Kirsty and I spent a couple of days in Northern Ireland, but spent the time with Kirsty's extended family as they dealt with the hospitalization of a family member (one of Kirsty's favorites). We then headed over to Stranraer, Scotland from the ferry port in Belfast. 13 hours later (one ferry ride, one cab ride (because the ferry was late so we had to cab it for an hour and a half to the next train station on the ferry company's dime), three train changes and lastly, her mom picking us up) we were back in Withernwick. Easy as pie.
We are going to catch our breath, then figure out our next destination. Below are some pics from here and there:
The most famous bar in Northern Ireland: The Crown Bar in Belfast.
The Crown Liquor Saloon in Great Victoria Street, Belfast was perhaps the greatest of Victorian Gin Palaces which once flourished in the industrial cities of Britain. It is owned by the National Trust and managed by Six Continents Retail Limited. In 1981 the Trust carried out a sympathetic restoration, and it took the sum of approximately £400,000 to restore the bar to its full Victorian splendour.
On the ferry.
One of many this trip. No more British Rail, all private now. Trains aren't in the best of condition anymore.
Brits are ahead of the Yanks in credit cards (chips embedded in all and no more giving your card to the waiter as the machine is brought to the table), and phone top ups all over the place, even at cash machines (especially handy with the unlocked phones here).
Walking Meg in the early morning.
Meg. Dumber than a box of hammers. But cute, so whatamigonnado?
Take care my friends, will keep you updated on our quest for the first place we stay longer than two weeks.
Achukma my friends!
(Peace in Choctaw)
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