Cardiff, Wales, UK; June 2009
Here I was on a Saturday afternoon in June, hanging out in Cardiff Bay with my aunt and Welsh cousins. We were all enjoying the summer sunshine, the adults were drinking pear cider, and we were waiting for a break dancing show.
Suddenly a few dozen naked cyclists rode by. As you do.
I’d like to say that this sort of thing happens all the time in Wales but it doesn’t really. If anything, it’s more a San Francisco or London kinda thing. Actually this World Naked Bike Ride is a global event to protest cars. Kind of like Critical Mass but without the clothes and bolshie attitude. I mean this in the nicest possible way, but I have to admit that they look more like protesters on bikes than avid cyclists. Maybe it’s the lack of lycra.
Indecent exposure? They’re just naked and it’s not porn. I am not a lawyer and I don’t know if this is true, but someone told me that in the UK it’s only illegal to be naked in public if someone complains. Everyone in Cardiff Bay was clapping and cheering as the naked bike riders went by, so I guess they were fine.
I almost wished I had a bike to get me from London to Cardiff and back again. The journey is about two and a half hours from London by train, but I decided to save a few quid by taking the National Express bus. Foolish given it was a Friday afternoon. We hit heavy traffic and it turned into a five-hour journey – rather hellish since the stop-start driving also made me too nauseous to read.
Still, I was easy in the knowledge that at least I was getting the train back to London on the Monday and would have a comfortable journey and plenty of time to meet my friend for lunch. Unfortunately the travel gods were against me that weekend and we had a broken-down train on the track in front of us. We arrived at Paddington over an hour late and I was late to meet my friend, who doesn’t have a mobile phone.
When trains are more than an hour late in Britain, you are entitled to a refund of your ticket. I filled out the form for compensation from First Great Western, the train company, hoping for a cheque in the mail. Instead, they sent me train travel vouchers, worth £36, to be used within the year. I don’t have much use for them in California, so I’m going to give them away on the blog.
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