I’ll be in Belfast this WE!

Sitting in the front of the bus with Pau, second level, watching squashed insects on the windscreen I had this tought “Do I have to call Northern people from Ireland Irish or English?”  Am I joking? No not really even though I know The Story… Ok sorry about that! Just the buzz to go to Belfast!

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Arrived at Paddy’s palace: ring…nobody at the reception, we had to wait I don’t know, something like 30 minutes outside with a rotten weather. Finally a girl opened the door, still nobody at the reception, started looking for her…Where did I find the girl? In the kitchen!!!

She gave our keys to our room supposed to be with 12 beds, but just one guy was there. He was from South Africa, a pool player, travelling around a lot.  What was the funny point? He bought a leprechaun clock and was excitted about it. :)

Walked around Belfast for the rest of the day and had a beer in a typical pub called The Duke of York in Commercial Court (Having a rest= having a beer) ,my eye was drawn into a small passageway which appeared to lead to a small car park. What drew my attention was the very well executed mural you see pictured featuring all sorts of famous Irish people. Your goal is to find as many as possible. And it’s hard to do.

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So strange there is nobody on the street!!! Peace atmospher. You want to have diner? Problem restaurants are closing at 10pm…let’s have a McDo The Sauveur!!!

Next day we took the bus to Giant’s Causeway, a long time to go, and I was and still so fed up with the so predictable “Hey Folks!”.

Already the landscape were amazing and I nearly wanted to swim! What to see? Obviously the patriotism: why all these Union Jacks???

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We had a stop for lunch at the Bushmills distillery. Simple to say: Republic of Ireland= Jameson, Northern Ireland= Bushmills.

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The Giant’s Causeway was just amazing, we had such a good weather and plenty of time there. And just the fact that you can pretend sitting on the rock and tanning is challenging!

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We had the opportunity to cross the Rope Bridge but we were very bad tourists (or smart it depends the way you see it) we walked to the other side finding a beautiful place with the clearest water ever and with sand!

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It’s 6pm and we were going back to Belfast, exhausted!

Pau is sleeping  ;)

We  had a beer on the city council place where was an international food market, we could feel the summer atmosphere anyway we were sitting with our coat but on a terrace in Belfast!!! BTW I don’t want to talk about the accent there!

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Last day of visit: we stopped by the Peace Wall.  It’s a wall littered with art, graffiti, and messages from people promoting peace.  It’s also the divide between the conflicting communities, which has a gate that is locked at night.  I found it interesting and pretty cool to see, does it promote peace or divide?  Apparently it’s been debated among the community whether or not to take them down, but many locals want to keep them up.

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We found the George’s Market Arcade lively market like I love it and I have to say: “50p for a homemade muffin!” Never change a big eater!
We had a rest on the Quay for tanning for sure! Normal in Ireland you get more tanned than before!

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Well time to go back to Dublin, happy to go home and amazed. It’s an extraordinary thing, this tiny little province of Northern Ireland.

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