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So our train came late and our 10 minutes transfer time turned into maybe 3 minutes. However, in order to make our adventure into the Doctor Who Experience in Cardiff, we had to make our train to get in before the entry cutoff at 3:30. So me and the other person planning to do this had said we’re getting on no matter what. I sprinted with my luggage and just managed to signal to the conductor to let me on. I was hoping to hold it for the group-10 people. Unfortunately, while she let me in, she would not open the doors again for anyone else. So I’m standing in front of the doors. They’re standing on the platform. And well, suffice to say I’m riding solo to Cardiff.
All things considered, I will likely meet them at the hotel. But I will wait to see Doctor Who things with said friend. Should have time tomorrow. Not particularly panicked. Sort of wish we had a picture of the whole scenario. Particularly of me standing at the door looking out at them as the train left.
On a brighter note, I met a lovely couple from Cape Town visiting their sons in Ludlow. We chatted a bit about travel and life. And the ride has provided such pleasant views. Alone but not lonely.