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... Belfast, where to eat and visit all in walking distance. We freshen up and out we go onto the streets for our first stroll. We head for city hall as there is a small market on today. Mmmm food. This was a feast for our eyes and we were a little hungry and even passing a few lovely spots to eat we decide to make purchase of bread twists, salami, cheese, grapes and nuts to take back to our hotel for a quite night in. Walking around Belfast there is a certain energy, ...
... breakfast to start the day when you're on holidays.
A quick walk around to collect our "on the road" supplies (bottled water, Pringles, smoked almonds, chocolate and some Coke) and we are loaded and ready to head off on our adventure.
We head north out of Dublin through Howth which is a village suburb of Dublin but on a peninsular about 15km east of Dublin. I ...
... overview of the conflict below. Of course it is an EXTREMELY political issue, even today, and I have tried to treat the subject matter as neutrally as possible.
When people think of Ireland, and especially Northern Ireland, the political turmoil of the 20th century is often one of the first thing that springs to mind, after St. Paddy's Day and Leprechauns of course. The roots of the conflict go back hundreds of years, but it was following the invasion of ...
... like free toilets. It's necessary and at least in Auckland it's free. We have discussions like this which could be amusing. I have such a blasé attitude, I don't need to be right or accurate. Nadzha always feels the need to be right and correct that she always corrects me. I just shrug as long as I'm understood then that's all that matters. Our bus arrived and we hopped on. It took us through the countryside to the ferry. It was weird because I ...
... gotten there), they did last call and we finished up and went home. We inquired as to why they were closing so early and were told this time was tightened up after one night someone who'd had a bit too much drink fell (or jumped was it?) into the river in town.
And so began what I like to call our weekend of "chasing the drink" around Belfast. We never could seem to get out very early (magnetically pulled to the beautiful hostel garden area ...