Here's a little story about our journey to Belfast.
Five o'clock in the morning I had to drag a drunk and half-conscious Australian to Gatwick, letting him convince me that we wouldn't need to buy any tickets for the train - and hence having to pay a £40 fee each when arriving at the airport.
Oh well. At least we caught the plane in time. The Australians phone, however, did not. It must have fallen out of his pocket during one of his many naps on various floors and chairs before we boarded.
We landed safely in Belfast, and while mourning the loss of his phone we decided to head into town for a pint, since we had a few hours to kill before heading back to the airport to meet his parents.
This was the first good decision of the trip, all thanks to a barman who kindly served us Guinness, and, thankfully asked which airport we were heading back to. Turns out there is two airports serving Belfast. We nearly picked them up at the wrong one.
Once we got that first day out of the way we had a lovely trip, seeing some Titanic stuff, driving up to the Giants Causeway, along the coast to Portrush, then heading down to Ireland and my favourite place on earth: Connemara. We visited my old home and workplace in Cong, where went horseback riding in the grounds of Ashford Castle. Then Galway and the Cliffs of Moher, before ending up in Newgrange.
10/10, would roadtrip around Ireland any day.
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| Cutest B&B in Portrush. |
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| Arriving in Connemara. |
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| Ashford Castle |
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| Galway I love you |
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| Cliffs of Moher |
