Last year, I stumbled across an old British television series called "The Prisoner" starring Patrick McGoohan as No. 6. (It spoke to me in much the same way my favorite movie, "The Truman Show," speaks to me.) Although it was unfortunately short-lived, it is brimming with novel storylines and ideas that make one question his/her place in the grand scheme of the world. No. 6 remains trapped in a remote village, which he tries relentlessly to escape. Outwardly it appears as a utopia, but this facade disguises the fact that no one can leave without permission (or at least a very good fight).
Not too long after I finished watching the series, I quit my job to travel for a while with my father. Eventually we made our way over to London. One evening I had the brilliant idea of venturing up to Wales to the seaside resort of Portmeirion, which served as the village in "The Prisoner." (In fact, it was so integral to the feel of the show that I'd go so far as to say it should be considered a main character.)
We set off around 6 am from North Acton, where we were staying, in a tiny 2-door Mercedes expecting the trip up there to take about 3-4 hours. After an incident with a couple of bobbies, miles of extremely narrow Welsh roads, confusion over how to open the door to the gas tank, a meeting of a parked car and one of our side mirrors, and the passing of 7 hours, we arrived.
As father attempted to reattach the side mirror, I approached the gate where I purchased our entrance tickets from a jolly old fellow who was gracious and welcoming. After a rough start, our fortunes were turning for the better. The sun was shining and we practically had the place to ourselves. I was the Prisoner and I was in the Village.
We were very hungry so we stopped by the only open food place on the property. It was like a cafeteria, but the food wasn't half bad. I had a sandwich and a cookie and Father had lasagna. After we were finished, we went off to explore the place.
It was the middle of March and the place was nearly deserted, which only enhanced the experience. I expected to encounter No. 6 around every other corner. The colors, architecture, and landscaping make for a very whimsical environment. What makes it so special is that it feels and looks so surreal...like it came out of a child's fantasy book. Attention was paid to the smallest of details and the place still looks pristine and identical to how it appeared in the 1960s, when "The Prisoner" was filmed. Portmeirion is simply charming and I would love to go back one day. read more