For those of you who have been waiting for me to finish my reflections on Ireland, wait no longer. I have decided that I am not going to write one. I just don't think I could find the words to adequately describe the experience.
I am very thankful that we got to go despite the events of this past spring. It was an incredible experience. The country is beautiful and the people are friendly. We had a wonderful time.
Keep checking back to the Prairie Wanderer. Or better yet, become a follower. My next journey is going to be the adventures of making my Little House in the Big Woods quilt.
Slainte!
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Irish Reflections
Greetings All,
I am sorry that it has taken so long to add my reflections on our trip to Ireland. I think I just had to put it aside for awhile and let my thoughts mull a bit. Plus, I have been mentally and physically tired since our return and just haven't felt much like writing. But, I will try to sum it all up tonight.
Random Thoughts:
When I was in Ireland I dreamt about home. Now that I am home, I have been dreaming about Ireland. Last night I dreamt that I got a job and moved there. Somehow, I magically learned Gaelic so that I could teach there.
I miss Bulmers/Magners Cider. No one seems to carry it here in Wichita. Woodchuck just doesn't cut it. Apparently Bulmers and Magners are the same product. However, outside of the Republic of Ireland it is called Magners.
Riding on the bus doesn't seem as bad now that I'm not doing it every day. I might consider taking a bus tour again some day.
Air travel isn't as fun as it used to be. As Ken said, the flying part is great but the process you have to go through to get on the plane takes a lot of the fun out of flying.
I wish we would've sprung for the 15 day trip and stayed through the next week of the tour. However, last Monday I was ready to go home!
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Monday morning we joined our tour friends for breakfast one last time. Ken and I were the only people leaving the tour early. Apparently the Irish Interlude and the Irish Adventure tour go the same places the first week of the tour. At the time I booked our tour, I just didn't think I could afford a longer tour so I booked the 10 day tour instead of the 15 day tour. Anyway, before breakfast we found our guide and driver and gave them their tip and told them goodbye. Adrian and Ken both kissed me on the cheek when they said goodbye. I know it is customary but I was impressed.
Around 9:00 our taxi driver picked us up for our trip to the airport. He was a character and talked the whole way to the airport. He made a point of pointing out the bar where Bill Clinton drank while he was in Dublin. He said that Clinton didn't even drink Irish beer, he drank American. He seemed quite put out about that.
Once at the airport we checked in and went through security. Irish security is nothing like American security. For one, you don't have to take off your shoes! But let me tell you a story to illustrate the difference.
I packed all of my souveniers and gifts in my hand luggage and made sure I didn't have any liquids other than the Jameson I was bringing home. At security I told the agent that the only liquid I had in my bag were two little bottles of Jameson. I offered to take it out and she said "oh no love, don't worry about it." When she scanned my bag however she asked if I was sure I didn't have any other liquids. I told her I was pretty sure. She then asked "do you mind if I take a look in your bag love, I'm seeing something and I don't know what it is." She ASKED if she could look in my bag! When she looked she found a small round candle that I bought at Knock Shrine. She said "oh, it's just your holy candle. No problem then. I'm sorry to bother you." She APOLOGIZED! Now, in Chicago, we had to go back through security after going through customs. Ken forgot that he had a coke bottle in his bag. The agent in Chicago weighed about 300 lbs and was sprawled in a chair watching the screen in front of her. When Ken's bag went through she heaved herself up, yanked it out of the scanner, ripped open the zipper and pulled out the coke. She YELLED "Whose bag is this!"Ken told her it was his. Although he was standing in front of her she yelled "you can't take this with you. You can't take this through security!" Like he was stupid or something! I'll take Irish security any day.
Our flights were uneventful although the plane in Chicago had to go back to the gate because of a hydraulic leak. They fixed it quickly and we were only a half hour late. One bag got to Wichita but the bag with all the dirty laundry came on the next plane. I made them deliver it the next day instead of waiting for it to arrive. I think I was hoping that they would do my laundry.
It was a nice trip but as Dorothy says, "There's no place like home!" I do want to share my thoughts about Ireland but tonight, my brain is too tired. I'll get back to it sometime this week.
I am sorry that it has taken so long to add my reflections on our trip to Ireland. I think I just had to put it aside for awhile and let my thoughts mull a bit. Plus, I have been mentally and physically tired since our return and just haven't felt much like writing. But, I will try to sum it all up tonight.
Random Thoughts:
When I was in Ireland I dreamt about home. Now that I am home, I have been dreaming about Ireland. Last night I dreamt that I got a job and moved there. Somehow, I magically learned Gaelic so that I could teach there.
I miss Bulmers/Magners Cider. No one seems to carry it here in Wichita. Woodchuck just doesn't cut it. Apparently Bulmers and Magners are the same product. However, outside of the Republic of Ireland it is called Magners.
Riding on the bus doesn't seem as bad now that I'm not doing it every day. I might consider taking a bus tour again some day.
Air travel isn't as fun as it used to be. As Ken said, the flying part is great but the process you have to go through to get on the plane takes a lot of the fun out of flying.
I wish we would've sprung for the 15 day trip and stayed through the next week of the tour. However, last Monday I was ready to go home!
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Monday morning we joined our tour friends for breakfast one last time. Ken and I were the only people leaving the tour early. Apparently the Irish Interlude and the Irish Adventure tour go the same places the first week of the tour. At the time I booked our tour, I just didn't think I could afford a longer tour so I booked the 10 day tour instead of the 15 day tour. Anyway, before breakfast we found our guide and driver and gave them their tip and told them goodbye. Adrian and Ken both kissed me on the cheek when they said goodbye. I know it is customary but I was impressed.
Around 9:00 our taxi driver picked us up for our trip to the airport. He was a character and talked the whole way to the airport. He made a point of pointing out the bar where Bill Clinton drank while he was in Dublin. He said that Clinton didn't even drink Irish beer, he drank American. He seemed quite put out about that.
Once at the airport we checked in and went through security. Irish security is nothing like American security. For one, you don't have to take off your shoes! But let me tell you a story to illustrate the difference.
I packed all of my souveniers and gifts in my hand luggage and made sure I didn't have any liquids other than the Jameson I was bringing home. At security I told the agent that the only liquid I had in my bag were two little bottles of Jameson. I offered to take it out and she said "oh no love, don't worry about it." When she scanned my bag however she asked if I was sure I didn't have any other liquids. I told her I was pretty sure. She then asked "do you mind if I take a look in your bag love, I'm seeing something and I don't know what it is." She ASKED if she could look in my bag! When she looked she found a small round candle that I bought at Knock Shrine. She said "oh, it's just your holy candle. No problem then. I'm sorry to bother you." She APOLOGIZED! Now, in Chicago, we had to go back through security after going through customs. Ken forgot that he had a coke bottle in his bag. The agent in Chicago weighed about 300 lbs and was sprawled in a chair watching the screen in front of her. When Ken's bag went through she heaved herself up, yanked it out of the scanner, ripped open the zipper and pulled out the coke. She YELLED "Whose bag is this!"Ken told her it was his. Although he was standing in front of her she yelled "you can't take this with you. You can't take this through security!" Like he was stupid or something! I'll take Irish security any day.
Our flights were uneventful although the plane in Chicago had to go back to the gate because of a hydraulic leak. They fixed it quickly and we were only a half hour late. One bag got to Wichita but the bag with all the dirty laundry came on the next plane. I made them deliver it the next day instead of waiting for it to arrive. I think I was hoping that they would do my laundry.
It was a nice trip but as Dorothy says, "There's no place like home!" I do want to share my thoughts about Ireland but tonight, my brain is too tired. I'll get back to it sometime this week.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
In Dublin's Fair City
In Dublin's fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I once met a girl named Sweet Molly Malone.
We didn't hear anyone crying "cockles and mussels" today but we did see Dublin's fair city and more. This was our last day with the tour. Our tour mates are all on a longer tour so today is their half-way point. Sunday's in Ireland are very slow until noon when mass is over or they wake up from partying the night before. So, CIE usually plans for a slow Sunday giving everyone a break. We joined our guides at 9:30 and found that Adrian had decorated the bus with a variety of American flags. He was even wearing an American flag tie. I really appreciated that little touch.
We drove around Dublin a bit but there are so many twists and turns that it was hard to keep track of where we were. We finally ended up at Trinity College and qued up for the Book of Kells. Briefly the Book of Kells is a 1500 year old transcription of the 4 Gospels beautifully illuminated with Celtic designs. We also saw the Brian Buru Harp, the national symbol of Ireland. It was very crowded so I didn't stay long. Shopped a bit then reboarded the bus.
We had 3 options today, visit Guinness, visit the Jameson Distillery or take a bus tour. Ken and I decided that we have seen several breweries in the US and have never seen a distillery so we went to Jameson. Jameson Irish Whiskey has been distilled since the 1700's. John J. Jameson came to Ireland to learn how to make a better whiskey than they had in Scotland. I am not a fan of whiskey but I have to say, the way they drink it here, with cranberry juice, was quite good.
After Jameson then we walked back across the Lithey river to the Ben Burdock Fish and Chips. It was sooooooooooooooooooo good! I dare say it was the best meal we've had here. It is made and served in the traditional style, wrapped in newsprint (not newspaper) and placed in a brown bag. Wish I could bring some home. We brought it back to the hotel and ate and then we both crashed for about two hours.
Tonight we strolled over to Temple Bar to the Hard Rock Cafe to eat and buy our hat and shirt. This is the 15th HRC that I have been to all over the world now. The food isn't great but it is tradition. After dinner we took a slow walk down Temple Gate, the oldest street in Dublin. It is a bar and pub area with many buskers, something like Covent Gardens in London. It was very fun and a nice bit of Ireland. Then to a cash point (ATM) and back to the Blu. Our travel Visa is low on funds so I guess that means it is time to go home. Once home, I will write a summary of my thoughts about the trip as a whole so be checking back.
Now it is time for a soak and to pack for tomorrow. We will join our mates for breakfast and then take a cab to the airport for our 12:55 flight. If all goes well we will be back in Wichita around 8:00 p.m.
Hey Erin, do they have Bulmer's at home?
See you later then!
Where the girls are so pretty
I once met a girl named Sweet Molly Malone.
We didn't hear anyone crying "cockles and mussels" today but we did see Dublin's fair city and more. This was our last day with the tour. Our tour mates are all on a longer tour so today is their half-way point. Sunday's in Ireland are very slow until noon when mass is over or they wake up from partying the night before. So, CIE usually plans for a slow Sunday giving everyone a break. We joined our guides at 9:30 and found that Adrian had decorated the bus with a variety of American flags. He was even wearing an American flag tie. I really appreciated that little touch.
We drove around Dublin a bit but there are so many twists and turns that it was hard to keep track of where we were. We finally ended up at Trinity College and qued up for the Book of Kells. Briefly the Book of Kells is a 1500 year old transcription of the 4 Gospels beautifully illuminated with Celtic designs. We also saw the Brian Buru Harp, the national symbol of Ireland. It was very crowded so I didn't stay long. Shopped a bit then reboarded the bus.
We had 3 options today, visit Guinness, visit the Jameson Distillery or take a bus tour. Ken and I decided that we have seen several breweries in the US and have never seen a distillery so we went to Jameson. Jameson Irish Whiskey has been distilled since the 1700's. John J. Jameson came to Ireland to learn how to make a better whiskey than they had in Scotland. I am not a fan of whiskey but I have to say, the way they drink it here, with cranberry juice, was quite good.
After Jameson then we walked back across the Lithey river to the Ben Burdock Fish and Chips. It was sooooooooooooooooooo good! I dare say it was the best meal we've had here. It is made and served in the traditional style, wrapped in newsprint (not newspaper) and placed in a brown bag. Wish I could bring some home. We brought it back to the hotel and ate and then we both crashed for about two hours.
Tonight we strolled over to Temple Bar to the Hard Rock Cafe to eat and buy our hat and shirt. This is the 15th HRC that I have been to all over the world now. The food isn't great but it is tradition. After dinner we took a slow walk down Temple Gate, the oldest street in Dublin. It is a bar and pub area with many buskers, something like Covent Gardens in London. It was very fun and a nice bit of Ireland. Then to a cash point (ATM) and back to the Blu. Our travel Visa is low on funds so I guess that means it is time to go home. Once home, I will write a summary of my thoughts about the trip as a whole so be checking back.
Now it is time for a soak and to pack for tomorrow. We will join our mates for breakfast and then take a cab to the airport for our 12:55 flight. If all goes well we will be back in Wichita around 8:00 p.m.
Hey Erin, do they have Bulmer's at home?
See you later then!
Saturday, July 3, 2010
A Tale of Two Cities
You are very welcome to my wanderings today!
I didn't post while we were staying at Ballygally because they charged 10L for the internet which would be about $13 and I am too Scotch to pay for only a few hours of internet usage. I will catch you up as best I can today. I apologize if you worried that we had blown off the edge of the Giant's Causeway. I assure you, we are in one piece.
We spent most of yesterday in Northern Ireland. I found this fascinating. I remember back some 36 years ago when we read about the troubles in Northern Ireland in our Weekly Readers. I also remember Anne Laughlin and I shaking hands and saying that although she was Catholic and I was Protestant, we could still be friends. I don't know why I remember that silly little thing, but I do. And on Friday, I stood where the troubles started. I won't bore you with the history, you can look it up on wiki or Google it if you want to know more.
Derry is a small town in Northern Ireland. If you are a Republican you call it Derry. If you are a Unionist you call it Londonderry. It is a town divided-the flag of the Republic of Ireland may fly directly across from the flag of the United Kingdom. However, the bombings and the majority of murders ended with the Good Friday Peace Treaty in 1998. There are remnants of the past alongside evidence of the healing that has taken place in the past decade. We took a walking tour down the wall of Derry with a very engaging guide named Rowan McNamara. He was tall, had a booming bass voice and looked like the actor Mako. Yes, Rowan is half-Chinese and half-Irish. He says it made for an interesting childhood. I very much enjoyed the tour. A rather humorous sight was the statue of Queen Victoria in the Guild Hall. Guild Hall was blown up several times during the troubles. One time, the hall was pretty well destroyed. The bomb was placed at the base of Queen Vic's statue and launched her about 70 feet up and over. Her head came off, her hand was shattered but she was repaired and still stands majestically in the grand hallway. She was not amused.
After Derry we traveled to the Giant's Causeway on the Atlantic Coast. Mrs. Jones would have loved to take her ALC'ers to this geological formation. The Causeway was formed by a volcanic eruption. The magma cooled to form columns and six sided stones made of basalt. It is a strange scene but one I would love to explore in the future. We didn't have enough time to see it all but what we saw was intriguing. The wind was so strong that it would blow me off balance so I didn't venture out to the edge of the rocks like some.
Last night was spent in Ballygally Castle on the coast. I was not impressed. The room was nice enough but small. It wasn't air conditioned and we were on the side without a breeze. To top it off, there was a wedding in the hotel and several drunk, giddy Irish girls stood outside in the car park talking with one of our younger men. He was having a great time entertaining them. I was not having a great time listening to them so about 12:30 a.m. I called reception to complain. Apparently the desk clerk took care of the problem because it did finally get quiet.
Today we moved on to Belfast, another city divided by religion and politics. But again, healing has occurred. Any violence that goes on there is committed by thugs who use the name of religion to carry out their violent fantasies. There are murals all over the city recalling the heroes and martyrs of the fighting. The Belfast Hospital is renowned for their expertise in neurology and head injuries because of all the people injured by bombs in the twenty years of war. Ken O'Connell said that if you ever need a titanium plate in your head, Belfast is the place to come. Isn't that a sad legacy?
We had a step on guide whose name was Billy on the Protestant side of the river and Liam on the Catholic side of the river. I must confess that my Kwells kicked in about that time and I slept through most of his tour. I guess I wasn't alone. Several of my tour mates confessed to doing the same.
This afternoon we visited the Battle of the Boyne historic site. This was the first battle between King William, King James and Louis of France. Billy had pushed Jimmy out of his kingship so Jimmy got Louie to help him fight Billy near the Boyne River. Billy won.
We progressed on to Dublin and arrived around 3:30. Dublin reminds me a bit of London although it is in the Republic and not Northern Ireland. Our hotel is the Radisson Blu and is a true luxury motel. Now, don't get me wrong, I have enjoyed the uniqueness and quaintness of our other hotels and inns but it is nice to have air conditioning and an ice machine. Three of our hotels have had twin beds rather than doubles as does the Blu. I tell Ken we are Lucy and Desi-ing it! I would think Ken would enjoy not having me toss and turn next to him like I usually do but I think he misses me. Awwwwww....
We had an evening out at the Merry Ploughboy Pub. Music and Irish dancing. It reminded me of the Lazy B in Estes Park. An Irish chuckwagon dinner only we had a choice of gourmet dishes and drank Irish coffee for dessert. We were served at our table rather than carrying our tin plate under the cold peach but, the ambience was the same.
Tomorrow is our last day before we go home. We take a short bus tour of Dublin and visit the Book of Kells at Trinity College. Then, we are on our own. We have a voucher for the hop-on, hop-off bus tour of the city and a voucher to tour either Jameson Whiskey or Guinness. We will probably tour Jameson as we have been to several other breweries. We plan to find the Hard Rock Cafe for dinner and to buy a hat and t-shirt. I will try to blog again tomorrow night and then Monday we head back to the US. We are the only one's from our tour who are leaving on Monday. The others are part of a longer tour.
Have a happy and safe 4th of July. We sang God Bless America on the bus coming to the hotel tonight. In honor of our holiday, we get to sleep in tomorrow. Woo hoo! Enjoy the fireworks for us.
A Very good night!
I didn't post while we were staying at Ballygally because they charged 10L for the internet which would be about $13 and I am too Scotch to pay for only a few hours of internet usage. I will catch you up as best I can today. I apologize if you worried that we had blown off the edge of the Giant's Causeway. I assure you, we are in one piece.
We spent most of yesterday in Northern Ireland. I found this fascinating. I remember back some 36 years ago when we read about the troubles in Northern Ireland in our Weekly Readers. I also remember Anne Laughlin and I shaking hands and saying that although she was Catholic and I was Protestant, we could still be friends. I don't know why I remember that silly little thing, but I do. And on Friday, I stood where the troubles started. I won't bore you with the history, you can look it up on wiki or Google it if you want to know more.
Derry is a small town in Northern Ireland. If you are a Republican you call it Derry. If you are a Unionist you call it Londonderry. It is a town divided-the flag of the Republic of Ireland may fly directly across from the flag of the United Kingdom. However, the bombings and the majority of murders ended with the Good Friday Peace Treaty in 1998. There are remnants of the past alongside evidence of the healing that has taken place in the past decade. We took a walking tour down the wall of Derry with a very engaging guide named Rowan McNamara. He was tall, had a booming bass voice and looked like the actor Mako. Yes, Rowan is half-Chinese and half-Irish. He says it made for an interesting childhood. I very much enjoyed the tour. A rather humorous sight was the statue of Queen Victoria in the Guild Hall. Guild Hall was blown up several times during the troubles. One time, the hall was pretty well destroyed. The bomb was placed at the base of Queen Vic's statue and launched her about 70 feet up and over. Her head came off, her hand was shattered but she was repaired and still stands majestically in the grand hallway. She was not amused.
After Derry we traveled to the Giant's Causeway on the Atlantic Coast. Mrs. Jones would have loved to take her ALC'ers to this geological formation. The Causeway was formed by a volcanic eruption. The magma cooled to form columns and six sided stones made of basalt. It is a strange scene but one I would love to explore in the future. We didn't have enough time to see it all but what we saw was intriguing. The wind was so strong that it would blow me off balance so I didn't venture out to the edge of the rocks like some.
Last night was spent in Ballygally Castle on the coast. I was not impressed. The room was nice enough but small. It wasn't air conditioned and we were on the side without a breeze. To top it off, there was a wedding in the hotel and several drunk, giddy Irish girls stood outside in the car park talking with one of our younger men. He was having a great time entertaining them. I was not having a great time listening to them so about 12:30 a.m. I called reception to complain. Apparently the desk clerk took care of the problem because it did finally get quiet.
Today we moved on to Belfast, another city divided by religion and politics. But again, healing has occurred. Any violence that goes on there is committed by thugs who use the name of religion to carry out their violent fantasies. There are murals all over the city recalling the heroes and martyrs of the fighting. The Belfast Hospital is renowned for their expertise in neurology and head injuries because of all the people injured by bombs in the twenty years of war. Ken O'Connell said that if you ever need a titanium plate in your head, Belfast is the place to come. Isn't that a sad legacy?
We had a step on guide whose name was Billy on the Protestant side of the river and Liam on the Catholic side of the river. I must confess that my Kwells kicked in about that time and I slept through most of his tour. I guess I wasn't alone. Several of my tour mates confessed to doing the same.
This afternoon we visited the Battle of the Boyne historic site. This was the first battle between King William, King James and Louis of France. Billy had pushed Jimmy out of his kingship so Jimmy got Louie to help him fight Billy near the Boyne River. Billy won.
We progressed on to Dublin and arrived around 3:30. Dublin reminds me a bit of London although it is in the Republic and not Northern Ireland. Our hotel is the Radisson Blu and is a true luxury motel. Now, don't get me wrong, I have enjoyed the uniqueness and quaintness of our other hotels and inns but it is nice to have air conditioning and an ice machine. Three of our hotels have had twin beds rather than doubles as does the Blu. I tell Ken we are Lucy and Desi-ing it! I would think Ken would enjoy not having me toss and turn next to him like I usually do but I think he misses me. Awwwwww....
We had an evening out at the Merry Ploughboy Pub. Music and Irish dancing. It reminded me of the Lazy B in Estes Park. An Irish chuckwagon dinner only we had a choice of gourmet dishes and drank Irish coffee for dessert. We were served at our table rather than carrying our tin plate under the cold peach but, the ambience was the same.
Tomorrow is our last day before we go home. We take a short bus tour of Dublin and visit the Book of Kells at Trinity College. Then, we are on our own. We have a voucher for the hop-on, hop-off bus tour of the city and a voucher to tour either Jameson Whiskey or Guinness. We will probably tour Jameson as we have been to several other breweries. We plan to find the Hard Rock Cafe for dinner and to buy a hat and t-shirt. I will try to blog again tomorrow night and then Monday we head back to the US. We are the only one's from our tour who are leaving on Monday. The others are part of a longer tour.
Have a happy and safe 4th of July. We sang God Bless America on the bus coming to the hotel tonight. In honor of our holiday, we get to sleep in tomorrow. Woo hoo! Enjoy the fireworks for us.
A Very good night!
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Donegal Traveller
Top O' the Mornin'We had a bit of a late start today since we didn't board the bus until 9:00. It was nice to be able to sleep a little later especially since it was cool and rainy outside. To avoid another bout of motion sickness I avoided the Irish breakfast and had a good ol' American breakfast of cereal and toast.
Our journey today took us to the north of County Donegal near the Atlantic coast. We visited Glenveagh National Park and Castle (http://www.glenveaghnationalpark.ie/). It is a lovely wooded area on the banks of a serene lough or lake. Glenveagh Castle was built by John George Adair in 1859. In 1861 he forcibly evicted 243 tenants who were legally, by contract, living on his land simply because they detracted from the beauty of his castle. Adair later moved to Colorado, bought a ranch from Charles Goodnight in Texas and then split his time between the ranch and the castle. He died while hunting buffalo in Texas. His wife continued to keep up the castle and the ranch. The castle was later sold to a professor from Harvard who mysteriously disappeared during a research trip to the Aran island. The castle was then sold to it's final private owner, George McIlhiney who lived in the castle until he gave it over to Ireland in 1986. The castle and grounds are now a national park. The castle is fairly modern and quite different than other castles I've visited in that it reflects its final owners rather than the time period in which it was built.
We ate lunch in the little tea room at the castle while listening to 3 old men who were singing Irish pub songs. They were just as you would picture them to be and were quite delightful.
We journeyed on to the Atlantic cost stopping in Downing (Dunning) for ice cream and then on to Letterkenney for some free shopping time while our guide went to the doctor as he hasn't felt well all week. Letterkenney is the largest city in Donegal and the fastest growing in IE. However, they need a new mall. It was probably the least interesting hour that we have had on the tour.
Dinner is at 7:15. Our meals have been an experience. Breakfast is always a full Irish meaning eggs, rashers (like bacon), bangers (sausage), tomatoes, mushrooms, potatoes, blood pudding and toast. There is always fruit and cereal as well. I have not tried the blood pudding! Lunch is on our own wherever we might be. Dinner is table d'hote meaning a 3 course meal of appetizer, main dish, dessert and tea or coffee. We usually have a choice of fish, poultry, beef or pasta as the main course. The food is outstanding, just heavy.
Tomorrow we leave at half-eight to head to Derry aka Londonderry by the British, and the Giant's Causeway. We sleep in Ballygally castle tomorrow night.
Well that's the news from Stranolar (Stran-no-lar). Later then.
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