Ramada Da Vinci's Hotel
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Tristan and Keely got up early to have a walk in the snow. Jessamy and Amy got as far as the front door, decided that there wasn't enough to be excited about, and went back to bed. Tristan and Keely walked down the main street and then back to the nearby park.
We all got up by 8:30 for a full Irish breakfast including black pudding and white pudding. Everyone loaded their puddings onto Ian plate who made a valiant effort in eating them. THe kids decided ...
... was no different, heading north through a small town called Headford we took a few turns and found ourselves winding down a small lane to the abandoned Ross Errilly Friary, originally built in about 1460 this epic stone building now is only home to the crows and some graves of the local clergy.
Arriving with its old bell tower still cloaked in fog and a chill that made the place mythic we had a ...
... for food, then found a cafe that sold something nice. After eating we went back to the coach and left Belfast. We drove 90 minutes and arrived at the giants causeway. On this drive we did coach speed dating – the person in the isle seat moves down and talks to the next person. When we got to the giant's causeway we got audio guides and walked down the path to the site itself. There was lots of things to take pictures of and i was with a group that was getting to know each ...
... to the bed on top? (it was a bunk). The girl who showed me the room told me this bed is free. Do not accuse me of taking your bed." To which her friend responded, "It's okay, don't worry about it, just go to sleep honey and we'll get it sorted." I was not keen on being called honey, but I laid back down and pulled the covers over me, anyways. Of course, they didn't stop talking, I mean yelling, but at last two of them left to have a "ciggie" and the other ...
... somewhere along one of the lanes we noticed that the road markings and street signs had changed, and when we came across a red phone box in a village we realised that we had crossed the border into Northern Ireland. Certainly no visible border or controls.
Checked into our hostel, actually into into an adjacent property, and were relieved to get an untimed parking spot outside. Down to an ATM to get yet another currency.