Happy New Year’s Eve morning!
After my morning rituals, I left the hotel at 11 and made my way to the National Museum. The concierge told me that I had to give it a visit.
Picking up a coffee along the way, the distance to the museum was roughly a medium-Timmies coffee walk away. Rather a magnificent building. Going inside, I found out that it was a free admission. Score! The museum covered from the creating of the earth, to the formation of the contents, life of the planet, and even the geological history of Wales. A very pleasant trip. There was a ticker showing how far North America has travelled from Europe since noon of the 15th of October, 1993. Each tick was a millionth of a millimetre.
After getting my learning on, I walk back outside to see that the sun has almost set. I spent over three hours in there. I walked back to the shopping centre to pick out my clothing for the night. Shopping for the right clothes is hard! Went to seven different places and only bought things from three of them. I got a pair of black dress pants, white dress shirt, suspenders, a bowtie, a blue sweater, and some black shoe polish for my boots. That there took another three hours.
I went back to the hotel, showered, got dressed, and made two videos of me wishing a happy new years to everyone. One was for my friend Bobby so he could take it to a party back home and show it to everyone. The other was posted to Facebook.
I left the hotel at 10 to go to the castle nearby for the fireworks. Or so I was led to believe. Apparently they weren’t doing them this year but there were going to be some down at the harbour. That’s a half-hour walk away. Good thing I left early.
While at the Doctor Who Experience yesterday, I met some fellow Whovians. After hanging out for a bit, we decided to spend New Years together. We swapped numbers and went our own ways. After the castle, I blasted them a text saying that there were no fireworks there but there are some down at the harbour. I never heard back from them.
Stopping at a few pubs along the way, I make it to the pier by 11:30. With a half hour left before the fiery explosions in the sky, I make my way to a nearby pub for one more pint of 2014. In my path to the front doors, some well dressed and fairly intoxicated fellows were walking towards me. One of them was shinning his right palm, the non-verbal way of saying that he wanted a high-five. We made eye contact and I started shinning mine and picked up my pace. He kept his hand low so I jumped into the air when we got near. Hand held high, my hand comes crashing down upon his. The noise that we made echoed the streets. We turned heads of everyone nearby, some saying ‘What was that?!’ He was jumping up and down in pain, holding his hand. I stood there. While pointing, I shouted ‘From Canada with love!’ Fortunately enough they were going to the same pub as I was. For the last half-hour I was telling them my story so far of the past month and about life in Canada.
With 5-minutes left, I said my goodbyes and happy new years and went out to the fireworks location. No countdown, just ten-minutes of nonstop explosions. After the celebration I started back for the hotel, stopping in two more pubs, then got pulled into a club because the people loved my accent.
I didn’t get to my bed until 4.
HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!