Having been born and grown up in Wales, H always thinks he’s more Welsh than British. “I know I’m technically British, but I always consider myself as a Welsh,” he says. He insists that Wales is a country (that was invaded and illegally occupied, or so he says), and he has an obsession with dragons. Before I went there, he often told me that Wales was absolutely stunning, and I knew how much he enjoyed running and cycling there.
A day after I landed in the UK, we did a 4-hour drive to Rhayader, where his parents live. I started ‘ooh’-ing and ‘aah’-ing just after we passed The Severn Bridge, thinking ‘This is beautiful!’ But oh no, I had seen nothing. As we drove further into Wales, I realized that I was in for a treat. With lush, rolling hills that seemed to never end, little pretty houses, and farm animals, I knew my time in Wales would be relaxing, more than anything.