Continuing the story of my Wales road trip with Piers, I want to talk about two places in particular.
First up is the Welsh Mountain Zoo, situated on the northernmost part of Wales atop a mountain, where I thought we could see spectacular views as well as animals.
Well, we didn’t quite, and this is why in a nutshell:
Half the animals couldn’t be found (enclosures/cages were empty), the ones present weren’t really interesting, and the supposed nice view was a letdown.
There’s a rather blah view, which you can enjoy while you sit in a druid ring freezing your bum off.
What’s druid ring doing in a zoo, anyway?
It was inhumanly cold when we went that day, even though it was summertime (23 June). The wind was really strong, making it feel even colder. The moment we got there, I wanted to jump back into the car and drive away.
The only reason we didn’t was because we’d already paid £22 to get in.
Piers gallantly let me wear his sleeveless padded jacket over my autumn coat and, still, I froze, as the wind whipped hair into my eyes for sport.
I tried to enjoy the outing but I was honestly quite miserable the whole time. The only “fun” I had was when Piers and I repeatedly joked about how crap the zoo was.
Well, I suppose I did like seeing some of the animals. I mean, it wasn’t an impressive show by any stretch but I love animals anyway, so there was that.
Here’s a bunch of them:
Welsh mountain goats
Welsh mountain kid
Cotton top tamarin
We had planned to spend three or four hours at the zoo, take some slow walks, enjoy the view, maybe have lunch, etc. But it was so miserable and disappointing that we left after an hour and a half.
We drove on to the town with the ridiculously long name.
Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch (yep, that’s the town) is the longest town name in Europe and the second longest in the world.
The name is a Welsh sentence meaning “St. Mary’s Church in the hollow of the white hazel near the rapid whirlpool and the church of St. Tysilio with a red cave”.
Im. pres. sive. (Said with a brow-raising, dafuq did I just hear, look.)
Sidetrack: The record holder for longest place name in the world is Taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateaturipukakapikimaungahoronukupokaiwhenuakitanatahu in New Zealand.
It means “The summit where Tamatea, the man with the big knees, the climber of mountains, the land-swallower who travelled about, played his nose flute to his loved one”.
W. o. a. h. If that is not trippy, I don’t know what is.
I think it’s nuts to name a place using a convuluted sentence. It’s a bloody sentence not a name. Next, people are gonna be naming their babies in sentences, why not?
Example: Baby girl whose mother, Anne, met her father, Bob, under the big dark grey bridge by the pretty daffodils where they fell in love and Bob immediately proposed marriage to Anne using a cheezel he just happened to have in his pocket, while fluffy white clouds stood in the beautiful blue sky as silent but approving witnesses.
There, make that a person name using whatever foreign language you like. Because you’re allowed to join loads of words together to make one word, only in foreign languages.
Okay back to Llanfair…etc.
The story is that, in the 1800s, the construction of a new road and railway crossing turned the small rural settlement into an important commercial centre, attracting all sorts of tradesmen.
Around 1860, a committee was formed to help attract even more trade and tourism and a cobbler came up with the idea of making the town have, like, the longest name in the world. (Except they didn’t reckon for New Zealanders to beat them; they should have added a few more clauses to their sentence when they could.)
It bloody worked, anyway.
The name is probably the only reason anyone even goes there anymore today. We didn’t find much to look at. Just unremarkable buildings and roads. A very average, very quiet town.
There are only a few small attractions in the area (2 bridges, an old toll house and a 27-metre tall column built in 1815 to pay tribute to some marquess who had lost a leg in battle), but we didn’t have time to do anything other than stop to take photos of the town name.
This (above) is the James Pringle Weaver visitor-centre-cum-shop. It’s the main stopping point for tourists. Inside, you can buy souvenirs such as record-breaking-size train tickets or get your passport or postcards marked with the famous Llanfairpwllgwyngyll stamp.
And this is how you say Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch:
(If you can’t see the audio embed, click here.)
In Welsh, the letter w is read like a double o (w = oo). That’s easy. The hardest thing to say is probably the “ll”, which is pronounced like a “chl”, although not a hard or even soft c but more like an airy version of it (a bit like Darth Vader breathing).
The actual railway station sign helps visitors pronounce the name by breaking the word into chunks, but it can’t explain the double ls.
Anyway, that was a mildly interesting diversion on the way to our next destination, Caernarfon, which was about 15 minutes’ drive away.
I don’t really want to think or talk about this town anymore after today because every time I do, I compulsively try to pronounce the name over and over to get it right and I end up with a sore tongue, an irritated throat and a brain threatening to implode on itself if I don’t stop.
So, it’s over to you now.
9 thoughts on “A rubbish zoo and a town with a ridiculously long name”
I’ll trade you that cold for the heat wave we are having. I hear the UN is going to adopt a Climate Trade Agreement soon. When they do, you and I will have to start exchanging weather :P
I figure the animals left the zoo because it was too dang cold! :P
I love the long baby names. I’m going to rename my cat to “Felinewholovescatnipandwetfoodandwholikestoplaywithhercattoysandwhojumpsonmylapatthemostinconvenientandinappropriatetimes….meow”
Even with the wind blowing you all over the place in those photos, you are still the most beautiful thing on the mountain :)
We’re having a heatwave here too, so I don’t know the CTA will do you any good at the moment! lol.
I like your new cat name. How many seconds does it take you to call her now? :P
Aww shucks, thanks for the compliment (although I’m not sure it’s too difficult being more beautiful than a bunch of poor animals in cages or enclosures)!
It got cumbersome saying her new name, so I just call her “Meow” for short HA
lol, long names are never any good, are they? Even normal names with 2 or 3 syllables get shortened to 1 syllable most of the time. People are just lazy! :P
That lemur’s straight out of that Madagascar movie, while the tamarin reminds me of Doc Brown from Back to the Future. I really like this series of posts, great job:)
I don’t remember a thing about Madagascar but that was probably the reason why I didn’t think the lemur looks unfamiliar. Hahaha Doc Brown. I think Piers did mention the tamarin looked like an old man. :P
Thanks for liking this series of posts. I wasn’t really sure anyone was! :D
@Sheylara: Don’t you remember King Julian from Madagascar? “I like to move it, move it”… anyway yeah, i’ve always enjoyed your “travelling posts”, its my vicarious way of seeing the world:)
I am exceptionally bad at remembering movies. I can totally watch a movie I’ve seen before maybe a year ago, and not remember what happens next or how it ends. Really! :P Sometimes, I have to watch a movie at least halfway through before I remember that I’ve watched it before. lol.
I would love to see more pictures with your hair getting whipped in your face.