Hello Everyone!!
I'm here sooner than you expected, I can tell it. Well Actually I've planned this post some time ago, in relation to my recent visit to Cardiff, to one of the famous Terminals of Prax (my company, or one of its names... I'm still lost with that). To be honest I never wanted to go, so probably I didn't get this travel with the best of the moods, I wasn't willing to get away to my girlfriend and to sleep alone. But I always keep the chance to have some of fun there in the north. I thought I could even visit the city around, mainly since all I know about Cardiff can be resumed in three points: 1) It is in wales, probably the most celtic country, and I kinda like celtic stuff... at least I liked that trilogy of books than my brother lend me somewhen (I'd swear they're still in my mothers house); 2) There is a football field, probably belonging to somewhat important team, as one of my former-former-colleagues in the sauna went to there to see a mach between Sevilla and Real Madrid, although I don't like football so this is less relevant to me; and 3) There should be a Time-Space Rift (also known as The Rift) which is used by The Doctor to recharge his Tardis. That could be the less relevant thing about Cardiff, since this is stuff from Doctor Who and I still can difference between fiction and reality, but I don't know, maybe there is something touristic to do about the show... At least I didn't know even that city exists before I saw it on the the series (please, forgive my ignorance). However my touristic visit to the city will've to be in other time.
The adventure started on Tuesday, 10.30 am. I was at my office waiting for my travel-mate were ready to go. I was working to build a new room to our lovely unstable labyrinth when we were ready to departure. A brief stop in Tesco to get provision and fuel to the van and so. The travel was long, and bored. Sometimes a little chat, sometimes a few twits and I'd say I had a little nap. Actually I know I am not the most sociable person, even in my own language, but in English I'm worst. I know that and probably if I had been traveling with anyone whom I fell closer it could've be some different... but one doesn't chose their cards.
Well, after 3 hours we got the office in Cardiff, in the port, to be precise. The people there were really nice. I couldn't stop to imagine them as masculine men of the docks, whose hands were bigger than my face. At the beginning I was a little afraid to don't understand them, I'm not used to welsh accent, but I didn't appreciate anything. Indeed I might say it's harder to understand some Londoners... we were there installing some computers, we couldn't start with the server because we didn't have the right rails to install it on the closet. At 6 we had enough and went to the hotel, after a couple of mistaken tries to find hotel's parking (it was hider than it should) we checked in and went to walk around, to see potential places to take our dinner. As in the car, this probably had been nicer with either, me being more sociable, or being with someone whom I knew better. But we were chatting a little and checking the zone. After that we get into the hotel, and expend the rest of the afternoon there.
At evening I called my mate to plan something to dinner, and we went to McDonalds. Not the best place but we got fed at least. I enjoyed an ice-cream for free thanks to the current promotion (that one to collect monopoly streets, cool!) I realice that the closest street to my house, Whitechapel Road, is on the worst street group. To explain, that means I'm living in the Londoner version of Lavapies. After that we went again to the hotel, and I use my time to watch something of British TV, therefore I have no TV in my house yet. I started watching a pretty boring "Movie" movie, exactly Date Movie, when my girlfriend get out of her job and called me. When we hanged up, I've lost most of the movie so I zapped to found one of those movies you never know about, and probably never will unless you got lucky. Something like when at my parent's they changed the channel and was starting Iron Sky, one crazy movie about Nazis based on the Moon. This one was called Cockneys vs Zombies, so it couldn't disappoint... and British (you can tell it for the title) so two points in favour. If I had to resume the movie using a line, and thinking this line is not actually a hard work, that movie was like "Shaun of the Dead" crossing over "Lock, stock and two smoking barrels" or whatever else of the Guy Ritchie's first works. That movie was probably the best of my travel.
The second day was worse. We took our breakfast (not a bad one, I have to admit it) and went to the office again. We finished of configure the computers and we started with the server. Actually we haven't got the right rails yet, so the temporary solution was place the server on the top of the rack. To be honest most of the time I was doing nothing. I feel quite useless and unproductive. And the day before I receipt a call of my manager telling me what something was imploding in the invoice system (actually we have been inherit problems for two weeks, as I tell, when a wall falls in the maze never do it alone, and the wall which fell two weeks ago was little but bloody important, and started a kind of ripple effect in the whole system) I couldn't help but think how I was wasting time on Cardiff instead fix the problem and probably finish the new feature to the end of the week (now I know that's impossible, goodbye bonus). In addition, the server was causing troubles. Better said, the network configuration was doing and didn't want to be friend with the new server. We had to stay there till almost 9 in the evening. So we arrived to London at 12, so I get my home at 1 so I overslept this morning... and you can tell I won't receive a pat on the back (so better don't talk about bonuses...).
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