After reaffirming IMRFC’s position as the best medical school rugby team in the country by beating Cardiff Medics in a close game of flowing running rugby, the players prepped themselves for an expedition to the Capital of our local principality.

The coach journey was uneventful as ever, thankfully Deriush spoke Polish, which saved everybody a lot of hastle in the end. The freshers displayed just how inept they are at knot-tieing and Scolesy was able to hone his flamboyant alter-ego Bruno.

After briefly orientating ourselves, we found ourselves in one of Cardiff’s more salubrious venues, where some of the boys entertained themselves with a game of “Where’s Wally” and introduced themselves with all the delight’s that the Cardiff nightlife has to offer. Some of the lads didn’t have it all their way however, George Cross was never to receive his chicken legend meal and several of the frehsers managed to lose all of their possessions. Bellringer achieved a career milestone, staying awake until 4am before passing out and some of the freshers proved that chivalry is well and truly dead.

The second day started early, uncharacteristically so, thanks to Simon Bellringer’s morning alarm at 7am, which meant that the day’s festivities were to start at 10am. Everybody enjoyed a hearty breakfast, before we set a nomadic trip around the pubs of Cardiff. This culminated in a trip to the bowling lanes and Dan Hay getting lucky at slots, followed by a curry, which was definitely worth the price.

Walkabout was an experience and the pillars of morality set a shining example, which was quickly ignored by many of the boys. Ultimately nothing happened and we weren’t kicked out of the hostal…win!

Thanks for a great tour to all those that came and shame on those that didn’t, you missed out.