Though it may have one of the oddest names in all of Wales, Pwllheli is most definitely a Welsh city in every sense of the word. With over eighty one percent of the population speaking Welsh, Pwllheli has the highest rate of the language than any other city in Wales. Though it dates back to the 1300s when Edward the Black Prince gave it the official designation of a city, Pwllheli didn't truly come into its own until its burgeoning ship building and fishing industries began to take hold. Though the city had its own market town fairly early, it didn't ring with the success that many of its neighbors seemed to experience. This quickly led Pwllheli to carve out its own niche in order to attract tourists and visitors willing to spend money on this quaint little fishing town.
Pwllheli still resembles a city lost in time but in a good way. The beautiful wharves and charming dockside restaurants and shanties are a treat for families looking to recapture a bit of the splendor of olden times. Similarly, gorgeous and inviting bed-and-breakfasts can be found nearly everywhere you look. Many of them have great rates and very affordable pricing plans. It seems that Pwllheli is willing to take a loss on accommodation in order to persuade tourists to spend more money on the rare and delicious fish meals or the fun yet largely disposable trinkets that can be found at nearly every turn in the many gift shops.
Though family fun is catered to in a big way when one visits Pwllheli, this is not the true identity of the town nor will it ever be. Anybody who wishes to visit the real Pwllheli must eschew the comfortable lodgings and gimmicky gift shops and instead try braving the waters in their own fishing boat. A walk through one of the old and crusty docks that most spectators wisely avoid will ensure that you get to know the local flavor in a way that tourists would rather not be acquainted with. This isn't to say that Pwllheli is a particularly seedy or dangerous town, though. On the contrary, the crime rate of the city is lower than the national average and the people are generally as amiable as can be. Be forewarned if you plan on visiting this charming burg: It may forever steal your heart and hold you captive here forever. Too many unsuspecting souls came to the town for a weekend getaway and found themselves perennially tied to a fishing craft, trawling for crawfish or searching for herring. If you have ever entertained the notion of walking around a real Welsh wharf and taking in the sights and sounds then you are already in danger of growing a beard and shrugging off all of your extraneous baggage, choosing instead to live out the rest of your days beneath the halcyon Pwllheli skyline. If this is not your idea of paradise, however, you can rest assured that the gift shops will probably have a few nice trinkets to bring back to your wife.
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