This gallery is going to be a little bit all over the place thanks to it being taken in various places all around Cardiff across the duration of the trip. Here's the weird Elvis statue outside Kellys to start us off on the right foot.
Firstly, let's get some shots around the village and the Taf Trail before we get into Cardiff Central proper. Just some weird graffiti and sights to test out the color reproduction on the PowerShot (which was still very new to me when these were taken).
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We had to run into Cardiff Central one day to get a replacement SD card for my 3DS (my tech issues didn't stop with nibbled cables, I can assure you). You get some shots of a boxed Ocarina of Time and some lower-end DSLRs and novelty cameras from CEX (taken, of course, on my novelty camera), plus some Pokémon statues from a card shop and tacky Welsh throw pillows from the local artist-y shop right next to each other in Queen's Arcade. (Can confirm that anyone can cuddle, but only Welsh girls can cwtch, and they are very good at it.) Check out that seagull perching on the statue too!
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Turns out, there's places in Cardiff Caby's passed by hundreds of times and never been in! The Cardiff Museum was one, so we had a look around. Pretty neat. You can see some vintage Spillers' record sleeves (next to a fake phone with some words from local Cardiff business owners, Spillers' included, in both English and Welsh if you listen to it), neat scratchy paintings of a much different Cardiff, a rather terrifying bust of a conical boob lady, and some production sheets for SuperTed, which was a Welsh cartoon that Caby's parents were delighted to be reminded of. Apparently, it was the first British cartoon to air on the Disney Channel. Neat!
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Finally, just some more shots around the streets from various times during the trip. The nighttime ones were shot after we stumbled out of NQ64 Cardiff looking for food. I remember Caby and Trys hurrying my drunken ass along because, as it turns out, a random American pointing a camera around after dark arouses interest from clubbers. No one ever accused me of having common sense, and to be fair, we don't have those. British people probably don't know how to handle bears digging through their trash either.
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