Everything Welsh

The area we are in is renowned for its Welsh connections, and i find it really strange how that Argentinians here actually celebrate the fact that many nationalitys immigrated here. We walk the 1 blocks to the nearest bus station and while we are here we decide to buy our ticket out of here. We go through the whole process only to find the card machine is not working. There is only one cash point in the terminal, so i get in the long queue of people that are in the same position as me. Finally after 3/4s of an hour its my turn, and when i try to use the machine it tells me that i have exceeded my daily limit. I try both cards but to no avail and leave the cash point empty handed. I return to the ticket kiosk and she tells us that if we go to the kiosk at the end of the station they accept cards (why didnt she say that in the first place). Finally an hour and a half later we have are ticket booked for rio galleous and we are able to board the bus to Trelew .
The journey takes about an hour and the town itself is quite pretty. We have read in lonely planet that there is not a lot here but we have a little woander around and visit the museum of art and the couple of parks that are all very similar wherever you go, statues benches and little fountains. Back at the bus station we attept to buy our bus ticket to Gaiman, but for some reason we need a bus card? Bus card aquired and tickets booked and we are finally on the bus to Gaiman. No one tells us we are here but everybody seems to be getting off the bus(there is no terminal) so we follow the sheep. It is like an old western town here and the main point of interest is the Welsh tea rooms. There are big signs with arrows guiding the way, but after half an hour we are walking down a dirt track that doesnt feel right. We all laugh because as we are walking here tumbleweed is literally blowing down the gravel street and we joke that its like something out of a hitchcock movie. Another 15 min walk and there is still no sign of the tea house but we have come this far and as i have always saiyou earn your rewards and i think we will be pleasntly surprised. We seem to have aquired a dog from somewhere and out here they literally follow you. We walk ast aplace that is stocked high with wooden logs and the only life here is when 2 dogs come out barking and snarling, to say i nearly died would be an understatement but we kee calm and just carry on walking. There are moments in the trip that we actually think to ourselves WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE but within a few more minutes it becomes apparent. The sight that meets us is beautiful, like an old english garden with fountains a little brook running alongside and The Welsh Tea House. Princess Diana visited here in 1995 and they really like to shout about this. The tea room is adorned with pictures and The chair that she sat on. I go to the toilet and sit on both of them, she must have gone to the loo here so lets just say we have sat on the same throne. The afternoon tea is brought out and our eyes nearly o out of our head. Its like afternoon tea at the Ritz , the cakes are all homemade and the tea is just like home to a point where i have 5 cups. There are ham and cheese sandwichs with the crusts cut off , homemade bread and homemade damson jam and cakes ranging from apple pie like gran used to make, lemon cake welsh cake christmas cake and dulce de leiche meringues. Truly scrumtious . With full bellys we decide to get a taxi back to the bus and arrive home at 8 with our doggy bag tucked tightly under my arm. We share our remaining goodies with Maty and Marie who both agree they are the best cakes they have eaten. We sit chatting till late in the evening and head to bed.Read more