The Three .....
Trip Start Aug 23, 1996
555Trip End Ongoing
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The Golfy was fixed, Ed was in the back and the three of us did the mad early dash to the shithole that is Stansted. We dumped the car, checked in, and not long after we were landing at Dublin. This was not our destination, this was a point in the middle of the road that was needed, and we needed Dublin as Dublin was giving us a car, a Ford Fuckos, and what a car it was. Satvav set up, and away we went. Ed then gave us the line, "I never fall asleep in cars, and within five, he was dead. Photos taken, we now have evidence
During the years that I have been stuck in BT, I have worked with a guy called Keith, and he never shuts the fuck up about a rope bridge and some stones, so this was where we were headed, and as we got closer, the drive became more spectacular.
Carrick-A-Rede Rope Bridge
We have crossed loads of dodgy bridges in Nepal, so we were expecting something, but then again, this is the whimpy west !!! The walk was nice, and then we saw the bridge. It was small compared to our previous excursions, but this one you had to pay for, so it had to be good. Some say that there has been a bridge here since the 1600's, but as I am not that old, I cannot say if it is the truth. However, the views from the the little island on the otherside were quite nice. We hung out taking photos, but how many photos can you take? Shitloads actually, so the three of us did. The bridge wasn't to rocky and all it made me feel like doing was jumping on a plane and heading back to Nepal !!!
We jumped in the car and followed the road along again, and it only got better. Ed wanted to take photos, but we were on a mission to get to the next stop
The Giant's Causeway
There was a line for the carpark, and being the dodgy Aussie I am, and we were coming from a side street, we managed to push our way in to near the front. Once parked, we took the walk down to the water where the stones lay. There are loads of stories about why they are there but lets all be realistic, they are volcanic. Hexagonal in shape, and loads of different sizes. we took many photos, I know they are just hexagonal rocks, but they were out there. Who needs drugs when you have the Giant's Causeway !!! We then went over to the cliff face, and up on the hill was another set.of rocks. They looked like a huge pipe organ, so we walked over, climbed and took the photos. The rocks had been impressive, maybe I should come back during the middle of the week when there is nobody there as it really was to packed with people. So we went back to the car and left
We drove along the coast, admiring the views, then a castle appeared. Dunluce. There is so much to see, but you can only run so much, so we drove on until we arrived in a town which some people call SLASH
Why is it called Slash. Well, some people know this, the only remaining walled town on the island of Ireland as Derry/Londonderry. I prefer Slash. It has a nicer ring to it, but it ain't no Paradise City !!! We found our digs, and hit the city, not the paradise one, obviously !!!. As it was after five, everything was pretty much closed up, except the walls, so we did a wall walk. They are only a couple of K's in length, but they were nice. The buildings inside were your normal M&S and shit like that. Not very photogenic. On the farside were a load of murals. This was Bogside, we would go there the next morning. After a quick lap, we ended at some pub called the Badger. We hit the Guinnesses, we even had some meat cured in Guinness, which went down a treat. Prices were cheap. We were not in Ireland remember, this was Great Britain. We decided to leave and hit our local pub where we were staying. The beers were even cheaper, so we pouired them down. Ed discovered his effiminate side and was having Bailey chasers to his Guinness. He asked us to proimise to him that we would not tell Lucia about his gayside, so we did with our fingers crossed !!!
After a huge Irish, I mean Great British cooked breakfast, we loaded the car up and went to Bogside. And then I discovered a history lesson, that I never knew. In the area, on the ends of walls of houses, are murals relating to a sunday, a bloody sunday from the 30th of January, 1972. Maybe I am stupid, maybe because I am not from Great Britain, but I always thought that this event, this song from U2 even, related to Belfast. How wrong I was. The murals were quite moving, showing the kids who had been killed, or a priest holding a bloody white flag, and finally a peace dove. I never expected this. Slash had history, much history, scary history for a small place.
I would like to go back, just to drink some cheap guinness, maybe, but it was a nice start for my first place on an island that is Ireland which some call Great Britain. I saw some nature, I saw some history, but I also broke my virginity for a place, I had never been before, and just like the others, it didn't hurt a bit !!!