My Miserable Night to Wales

So I think I kind of worried everybody with my totally miserable status on Facebook. Heres the story of what has happened to me in the last 48 hours.
    My last morning in the hostel I ended up staying in the common room and hanging out with people I'd met because I didn't want to walk around for the whole day with my stuff and I wouldn't be able to get back in if I left. My train left at 9 at night so I finally got to the station at 830. Heres another smack on the head situation. Paddington station, when you get off the tube it says you can connect to the rail, thing is I didn't know where you connected to the rail and where to get my ticket and everything. So immediately after getting off the tube I asked information where it was, he just says go up the stairs. After walking up the stairs I realized how dumb I probably sounded. As soon as you top the stairs there is this giant enormous train station. I couldn't stop thinking of platform 9 and 3/4 the entire time. Anyway's this is where I start running into things. It was about a 4 hour journey for the first leg and I had to pee bad. There was a sign for the toilet on both sides of the car but for the life of me I could not find the toilet. So I was stuck trying to fall asleep while trying not to pee myself. Immediately upon arrival (which was an hour later then I remembered it) I jumped out and ran to the bathroom.
    Upon running I forgot to look around. This was the station where I would be spending the wee hours of the morning sitting and waiting for my next train, 4 hours that is. The entire station is under construction, meaning that no matter where you go in the station you are exposed to every element of the outdoors (except the bathroom, eventually I stood in there for a half hour near the end). The first 2 hours I spent sitting on the cold hard tile with my back to the construction wall and leaning fiercely wrapped around my back pack. At about 3 was when the first commuters started coming in for their train, as well as when the uk border patrol and police officers appeared from somewhere deep in the train station and started questioning only the ethnic looking people (they never questioned me). According to my eavesdropping this was the coldest it has been yet in Wales. Eventually I resorted to pacing around the tiny station in order to keep my feet moving. Of course every train besides mine arrived 30 minutes before leaving so that they got to sit in the warm interior. It turns out that the tiny little section of train that had been sitting in my platform the whole night was my train and was obviously only turned on and heated up a minute before we left.
    Upon arriving in my destination city at 6 in the morning, I first asked the managers on duty where my hostel was (thank god I didn't try to walk there like my original plan). They had no clue and had never heard of it, which scared the crap out of me since this was the only hostel in the city. They then directed me to the taxi building. Sort of funny because I'm the least understandable out of all these people, meaning they dont understand me more then I dont understand them. They all speak Gaelic though too so it was interesting overhearing people's conversations. At the taxi place I asked for the hostel, they said yes they knew where it was, after a long pause I promptly stated I would like to go there. After a brief argument of who gets to take me (or sorry I mean who gets the bitter job of driving me there) some woman gave in and told me to follow her. I wasn't sure whether it was a normal kind of taxi where I am supposed to sit in the back but since it looked like a regular car, I was walking to it with her, and since I really wanted to experience sitting on the wrong side of the car I hopped in the passenger seat. Weirdly I am very quickly getting used to the wrong side of the road and car so much that I have to stop and think about the states way. But man is it freakin scary on Whales roads. The whole thing is surrounded by walls of vegetation and brick and very windy so that you don't know what your careening around the next corner at until 2 seconds before hand. I was very thankful that for one she was so fast since I was sitting there watching the meter go up but also that I was able to internalize my backseat driving reactions because if there was anyplace for them it was not next to a welsh taxi driver.
    Upon arrival she dropped me off and I trucked off to the signs pointing to the hostel door. I dont know about you but the last think I expected in walls was a mexican looking back alley hostel and bar. Eventually Iv learned that the owner had just gone to mexico after he bought the place so he set it all up with stuff he brought back and made it original. At this point I have not been able to pick up a phone so when I got to the hostel and on the door all it says is 'for hostel call...' I just kicked the door. The whole night I've been coping through just thinking this is the type of night thats necessary on this trip at some point. Now I've already arrived an hour earlier then I said to expect me and I have no phone so I was stuck yet again sitting out in the freezing cold. I also began to pound on the door, ring the doorbell, and just sit on the mat knocking. Eventually I spotted a neighbor taking out her trash and asked her when the hostel would be open. She wasn't sure but told me where the owners house was. Now she said it was down the road in the middle on the left. I didn't think to ask for clarification but after she left and I started walking I realized that in fact she could have been referring to one of two roads. One head straight down on a path with no houses and what looked like nothing for miles but I had driven up it slightly awake so I knew it eventually led to something, or there was the one past the hostel that led to many many rows of the same exact red houses, definitely welsh looking. She had said a cream colored house in the middle, so the question was whether they were as eccentric as my family and may have painted their house completly different then the rest or whether I should start trucking down the road and have the chance that it was the other way and they may have driven to the hostel while I was wandering. In the end I walked a short distance each road about 5 times debating until I finally went back and sat down on the stoop again to wait it out.
    I'd been there for about 2 hours now when yet another lady goes to the same house, so yet again I stop and ask her. She lets me borrow her phone but I only got an answering machine. After she promptly tells me exact directions to their house and I tromped on my way intent on being as obnoxious as possible if only to get some heat. Turns out they had family visiting and usually would be waiting at the hostel but people generally say AM when they mean PM and then never show up. Since I didnt provide a phone number they had no way of asking and so just assumed PM.
    Thing is I'm the only one here. There is literally nobody else staying in the hostile that fits 50 people. So they didn't have the heat turned on and I'm all alone. Which at that point with no sleep, freezing, and just wanting some company after a lonely night, completely pushed me to my breaking point. Since then I ended up sleeping for 10 hours and hung out with the owner, checking out his huge cool bar and talking about traveling (no I didn't drink). Overall with new plans in motion for the end of the week and trying to look on the bright side of having the place to myself and relaxing I'm feeling much better (though still pretty cold since its kind of hard to have the heat affect the giant place with one tiny girl in it). Tonight I'll sit and watch some tv possibly skype some people, then tomorrow bundle up and walk the trails to the ruined castle nearby.
 Oh, and he has the cutest nicest tempered dog named lady :)