Conwy

the town walls

the village of Conwy

looking through the wall

Conwy fishing fleet

After meeting up with the adventurous trio, Kiryn and I headed to the local for a few drinks and eventually dinner at the Castle Hotel, adorned with every sort of Christmas decoration you can wish for, and a warm friendly ambience. The floors were covered with a rich, thick tartan carpet and paisley-covered comfortable armchairs, which we thankfully sank into for the rest of the afternoon until we toddled on down to the restaurant when it opened at 6.

Kiryn ordered a honey parsnip soup, which I gratefully finished off for her, while the others were hanging out for their mains. Lorelle and I ordered lamb steak, Elizabeth, salmon, and Kiryn, pasta. The meals were top notch but not huge so we ordered dessert as well. I opted for panacotta, Lorelle, Christmas pudding, and Elizabeth, sticky toffee pudding. Replete, we ambled back to our home away from home at Castlebank Hotel in time to catch the first episode of Great Expecations, folllowed by King Kong, during which I fell asleep.

I didn’t wake until 8.30- what a marvellous sleep!- and went down to an amazing Full English (Welsh) Breakfast of eggs, bacon, black, sausage (locally produced and the best black sausage ever!), tomatoes, mushrooms and sausages plus cereal, fruit, juice, toast and coffee after which I went back to bed! I was intending on getting up later but the day turned colder and windier and I changed my mind and decided bed in my cozy attic room was the place to be! Elizabeth brought me home the most delicious vanilla slice to stave off starvation.

After a cider at our host’s bar, we headed out to dinner. On Henrique’s recommendation, we headed to Watson’s Bistro, but we couldn’t actually find it, so ended up at the Raj Indian Restaurant where I had a samosa followed by coconut prawn curry with paratha but no rice! Rice had to be separately ordered. I relied on the generosity of Kiryn who had ordered fried onion rice, which was absolutely delicious. Lorelle and Elizabeth both ordered steak diane which, surprisingly, was quite good. After the Salzburg meal fiasco (a while ago, I will admit), I will never order anything but Indian at an Indian restaurant.

I did want some kulfi for dessert, but the waiter obviously thought I wanted coffee and so asked, ”with milk?” I have never had kulfi with milk and couldn’t cotton on to what he was saying.  However, Elizabeth shed light on the subject when she realized he was asking me did I want coffee.  He had never heard of kulfi! What kind of Indian restaurant is this? Obviously, one like the Thai restaurant in Amsterdam that hadn’t heard of coconut rice!

We toddled back to our lodgings in time to catch the second episode of Great Expectations, followed by The Cable Guy, during which I feel asleep, again.