Ok, so now I'm in Belfast, about to head over to Scotland. But the blog fun is limited, folks, because I still can't post any pictures. Brace yourselves for a huge photo bolus as soon as I get my hands on some wireless internet! So, I lieu of pictures, I'll just blab some more about my travels in Ireland. Ahem. Ok. So on the 17th I left Dublin for a six day backpackers' tour of the Republic of Ireland. There were 17 of us; 4 guys, 13 girls. 5 Americans (including me), 2 Canadians, 2 South Africans, and 8 Australians. Plus a comical tour guide and one crazy (but very knowledgable) bus driver (you know who you are, Patricia). We basically drove around in a yellow bus, visiting the lovely sights of Ireland, went to pubs at night, slept in hostels, and generally had a great time. It was especially nice to just hang out with a group since I've been doing the loner approach to travel for the last couple of weeks.
After the tour, I went to Northern Ireland to the Antrim coast. I stayed in Portrush, which is kind of...I don't know... the Coney Island of Ireland? Ok, not quite. It's a touristy destination on the coast with lots of arcades, bingo, fried food, you get the idea. Fun spot for parents to take their kids. Can't say I would go back, but it was nice and close to the Giant's Causeway, which was cool to see. Most common phrase heard in Portrush: (mother to small child) "Get into your pram!" hehe.
Belfast is a cool city, though. And now I have to sign off because the time on my internet meter is ticking away...
The picture I put in is me on the Giant's Causeway near Portrush (Northern Ireland). The legendary Irish Giant, Finn Macool built it to get his giant self across the sea to Scotland. For those of you who prefer your stories sans giant, there's a local myth about volcanic rock cooling, cracking, and shifting around. Suuuuure it did.
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