Bit of a sore head this morning but still managed to get down and have a healthy breakfast to set us up for the day.
Back in the room the "Super 16" rugby semi finals were on the TV so it was a case of feet up, couple of drinks and we sat and watched both semi finals, one from Christchurch and the other from Sydney before getting ready to hit the trail.
All togged up, me in tartan trews and jacket with Graham in his black kilt which went OK with the Munster top, into a taxi where a very rugby friendly driver popped us up to the station where the London via cardiff train was sitting. We jumped on and found a seat ( in first Class) and they switched the engine off - not to spite us but becasue someone had interfered with the safety devices and there was no air for the brakes. So after thirty minutes we were tranferred over to another London train which eventully left and headed our way - again sitting FirstClass and next to the Buffet bar ( a wee clue to our method of killing time). A good run into cardiff where we were met with a sea of red jerseys as the Munster supporters made merry in the vicinty of the Stadium, so with two hours to kill we went to "Pica Pica", a restaurant which had been partially taken over by Heiniken for their guests prior to the game - so once again we found ourselves being fed and watered.
Not quite the highlight of the day - but there was about a ten inch circular hole in the door of the cubical in the gents toilet, so anyone caring / daring to sit on the loo was framed and had to just keep smiling / or smelling whichever was appropriate.
In the meatime the masses were gathering - some 74,500 attended the game and we headed into this wondefull Millennium Stadium which had the roof fully closed over, the atmosphere was tremendous and with good seats we had a great view of the pich, pre match entertainment and then the game itself. ( to be continued)
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