Really sorry for the people of Blaenavon, but for me Blaenavon is become the synonym of one misfortunate after the other in my life as my visit to this place is a collection of unfortunate events. I started my visit on the bright and clear sky day from Bristol, when I reached Newport train station and walked to the bus station, it started to rain, and it was really a heavy rain so that the bus driver had to stop the bus for a while as he could not see the road.

The driver promised that we will reach Blaenavon as soon as possible, when he resumed the journey in the thick mist. The invisible view along the way was amazing like we drove in the cloud. When the bus reached Blaenavon area, the view was visible again with the stunning rolling hills of green grass which I really enjoyed, but suddenly the bus parked again as there was a big funeral procession in front of the church and then it started to rain again, and few minutes later it was snow! I walked in the snow with unprepared cloth aiming to reach Big Pit Mining Museum; however, snow was so heavy that I could not see the way and I urgently need a warm shelter. I ended up at the hotel restaurant and stuck in there with three cups of hot drink for almost three hours. I walked to see the Ironwork and discovered that the place was under snow and the gate was closed. After many unfortunate events I decided I better to return to Bristol, so I walked to the bus stop in the town center which maybe the only part of UNESCO listed area I have been.

The sun almost gone when I reached Newport, and again with my silliness, I took a wrong train and ended up in Gloucester before finally could find a right train back to Bristol. I promised to myself that if I have a chance to come to southern Wales again, I definitely will try to visit Blaenavon again, but I may have to bring some lucky charms with me.