The chaos started on Good Friday morning when our panic-stricken chairperson Niamh (who had the tickets) couldn't find the bus stop to Dublin Port with only ½ hr to sailing. Luckily after a quick phone call, Aoife sorted it all out by abducting a minibus outside the terminal and ordering the driver to the Quays, knight-in-shining-armour style! So with everyone on board, the booze cruise could start. On the ferry we were definitely in good company with drunken punters from all over availing of the novelty of drinking in a bar on Good Friday, which included Sindy, the leotard-clad rugby player from Sheffield University and sighting of Harry Potter's evil twin Larry. Some of us thought the beer wasn't tasting the best so Cathy decided to drink a pint of Miller with a packet of cheese and onion hunky-dorys thrown in. Three hours later, we arrived in Holyhead and after picking up our crate of beer we set of to Llanberis. By Friday evening, we were wrecked after travelling by train and taxi to the campsite in Nant Peris in the middle of Snowdonia. After the hard work of pitching the tents, we had sobered up so it was off to The Vanyl Arms across the road. It proved to be a very successful night for the girls, as Ursula and Rachel arrived back to the tents with a naked picture of the barman (and a lampshade and a barstool smuggled out the fire escape) but they were definitely outdone by the two Aoifes who managed to bring home the barman himself!
Saturday was glorious so some hiking was in order to sort out the hangovers. Some were more hung over than others and faded out at the early stages of the hike. The rest of us, lead by John, reached the summits of Y Garn (947m) and Foel Gach (831m), mainly thanks to the 10 minutes breaks every 5 minutes.
Saturday night came and things got ugly, the weather changed dramatically and our Welsh paradise turned into scenes from the Blair Witch Project. Tents blew down and were flooded, all our gear was soaked but we made the most of the situation by getting drunk on Easter Sunday morning and barbecuing some rashers inside the tent. Others were brave, got the rain gear on and hiked up Mount Snowdon itself (fair play).
Sunday afternoon and everyone visited the legendary Pete's Eats and then it was on to The Heights Hotel bar. There the locals were hit full force by the Irish singing El-E-VA-TION and jumping around on the furniture. Rachel outdid us all by performing a sun dance around the pool table with drugged up lunatic. Maria went even further and did some dirty dancing with the lucky bloke ON the pool table! Back in The Vanyl Arms, the rock climbing club were still talking about rocks... and...climbing..and..mountains..and......rocks over a pint while the hikers tried to distract them with the suggestion of a lesbian orgy but with no success at all.
Monday morning and guess what, it was still raining. Packing away soaking wet tents is not fun. But Kevin cheered us all up by travelling the whole journey home in a pair of shorts and Arsenal football socks, rarrrrrr.
So what did we learn from 4 days spent in Snowdonia: the true meaning of the deep lyrics of Shakira "Lucky my breasts are small and humble so you don't confuse them with mountains".
Well done to the committee for organising such a successful weekend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thanks to Maria/Aoife/Cathy for the pics