Rested up plenty, we decided to head out into town for piggo supplies and alcohol. The shop situation near Caby's house is actually really nice, with several general store/
The scenic route!
In all seriousness, there was a neat path through the local park we'd sit in that we discovered a few days prior (I believe shortly after my attempt to kiss her was interrupted by a man on an electric unicycle—not a joke), but didn't go down because it was late and we were tired. We had no idea where it led (something of a running gag on this trip), but hey, at least if we were lost, we'd be lost together.
The good news is the path wraps around the River Taff, a major river that runs through South Wales, so as long as we followed it, Caby would eventually recognize where we were. That's basically what we did; the path took us through a rather nice neighborhood, and when we hit the bridge over the Taff, the lightbulb went off in Caby's head, and she navigated us back to the school. Beyond that point was the park (the one we found the path into central Cardiff through on day six) and Tesco.
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We also took the opportunity to try Welsh KFC! It's funny, because some people go "well, why would you eat American fast food in another country?" You'd be surprised how different the same chain in various countries can be. Caby has eaten at McDonald's' all over the world, ones in the UK (which are stacked tall, not wide, and have haloumi fries), ones in NYC (which have hoboes in them), ones in France (which will give you nice glassware for ordering a large meal), ones in Rome (which yes, are made of marble)...
As for Welsh KFC, it was good! Not that we get KFC at home particularly often, but this one seemed cleaner than the US ones, and they give you fries with your meal, which is not something American KFC really does. We had a big discussion with Somnolescent over the definition of "chicken burgers" (which is what the UK calls what we call chicken patties here) while we waited for our meal. Would host a Somnolcon in a Welsh KFC/10.
Oh yeah, and it was a Friday, so that meant Somnol group call. I was asleep at the foot of Caby's bed for most of this one (too much rum, not enough Coke) and apparently proceeded to grumpily steal all of her pillows in my drunken sleep. Looking back in the logs, the group spent much of it looking at horrible Spyro and Bagpuss plushies (see day twelve for more discourse on Bagpuss). Pretty good times were had by all!
[10:35 PM] caby: got cammy to move to lie in the bed more correctly and now he's lying in such a way that he's taking up like two thirds of the bed I'm gogna divorce him [10:35 PM] caby: it's a fuckin double [10:36 PM] Jake: manspreading :kkpensive: [10:36 PM] caby: :nooooo: [10:36 PM] caby: I want a kingsized bed [10:41 PM] caby: he's also got all of my pillows and blankets [10:42 PM] caby: he's curled around them like a mother dog protecting her babies