|Hmm…how did we end up here?|
We were on our way to a Welsh teahouse and I was excited. (Why wouldn´t I be? I´m half Welsh, half Yorkshire, so it combined two of my favourite things – Welsh cakes and tea.) Getting the bus to the village of Gaiman, which was founded in Patagonia, Argentina, by Welsh settlers in 1874, had sounded straight-forward enough. We had successfully bought out tickets, navigated the change at Trelaw and were on a bus which said ´Gaiman´ on the front of it, usually an indication that this is the place where it will terminate. As we entered the village we debated where would be the best place to get off and decided that the final stop would probably be the easiest place as then we could get our bearings. So we were slightly surprised when the bus suddenly sped out of the village and carried on. I asked a fellow passenger where we were going and discovered it was to the next village, Dolavon. All of the locals were obviously familiar with this bus route and we were the only ones who were utterly confused at missing our stop.
|Songbooks in Welsh and Spanish.|