Cyrraedd Drala Jong

Cyrraedd Drala Jong ~ Arrival at Drala Jong


“You may not be able to alter reality, but you can alter your attitude towards it, and this, paradoxically, alters reality. Try it and see.”
― Margaret Atwood

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Mae'n teimlo'n rhyfedd i ysgrifennu am ein hamser i ffwrdd (away) ar ôl i ni wedi cyrraedd adre, ond dyma ni. Ar 17eg mis Awst, ysgrifennais i: Heddiw oedd y diwrnod rydyn ni wedi teithio i Drala Jong. Tacsi i Gaerdydd, trên i Gaerfyrddin lle ein myfyrwyr cwrdd â ni i yrru i Drala Jong. Doeddwn i ddim yn teimlo'n dda. Dydw I ddim yn cysgu'n dda ers pythefnos a'r noson honno roeddwn i wedi datblygu annwyd a gwddf tost. O wel. Ar ôl cinio canol dydd es i i orwedd am sbel. Cysgais i dan amser cinio ac yn codi teimlo'n gwaetha, ansefydlog (unsteady) fel hen ddyn. Es I yn ôl i'r gwely ac wedi cysgu.

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It feels strange to write about our time away after we've arrived home, but here we go. On the 17th of August, I wrote: Today was the day we travelled to Drala Jong. Taxi to Cardiff, train to Carmarthen where our students meet us to drive to Drala Jong. I didn't feel well. I haven't slept well for two weeks and that night I had developed a cold and a sore throat. Oh well. After lunch I went to lie down for a while. I slept until lunchtime and got up feeling worse, unsteady like an old man. I went back to bed and slept.

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Disgrifiad (Cymraeg): Pebyll y tu ôl i'r blodau
Description (English): Tents behind the flowers

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