ok, so the tour got great; i made heaps of new friends who i miss so much now that we've all parted ways!! (in advance i excise my bad grammer/spelling because french keyboards are insane...) we saw so many amazing things, and met so many bizzare locals...
in derry we had pot smokers running the hostel, but they were really lovely. in belfast, robyn and i went shopping instead of touring the town hall, because we were sick of old buildings!! some douche stole my phone in galway, but im trying to be positive about it - think how much less my phone bill will be! i bought a proper claddaugh ring that im loving to pieces and the pubs there were awesome. i got to wear my new skirt! we were in cong for australia day and 5 of us partied until 5am - we were hammered and having a blast at an australia day party in a hostel somewhere. i used feminine wiles to steal some guy's whistle and had him eating out of the palm of my hand. i even got to cuddle bryan that night so i didnt have to be lonely up on my top bunk. good times.
jess, robyn and i became regulars at den joe's in killarney where we'd drink cup after cup of coffee/mocca/hot chocolate as we wrote our postcards and our journals (speaking of, im very behind on mine... oopsie), and robyn and i became addicted to the amawingly creamy moccain the belfast starbucks. we also discovered that the cheapest food was soup - or maccacs! here's the low down - in burger king in ireland beats maccas in france; london maccas is better than that of ireland and scotland. keep that in mind when samplinf overseas junk food...
so many cool things were seen, like the blarney castle and the amazingly magical surrounding gardens. i kissed the blarney stone - obviously this post doesn't accurately reflect my newfound eloquence... i saw braveheart for the first time, saw the giants causeway, almost died on a rickety rope bridge and learnt about irish history - geez, its confusing!! things in the north are still so temperamental.
anyway, it was an amazing trip, with great people that i've done a very poor job of telling you about here. those of you who are my facebook friends can see the evidence in the photos to come...
in derry we had pot smokers running the hostel, but they were really lovely. in belfast, robyn and i went shopping instead of touring the town hall, because we were sick of old buildings!! some douche stole my phone in galway, but im trying to be positive about it - think how much less my phone bill will be! i bought a proper claddaugh ring that im loving to pieces and the pubs there were awesome. i got to wear my new skirt! we were in cong for australia day and 5 of us partied until 5am - we were hammered and having a blast at an australia day party in a hostel somewhere. i used feminine wiles to steal some guy's whistle and had him eating out of the palm of my hand. i even got to cuddle bryan that night so i didnt have to be lonely up on my top bunk. good times.
jess, robyn and i became regulars at den joe's in killarney where we'd drink cup after cup of coffee/mocca/hot chocolate as we wrote our postcards and our journals (speaking of, im very behind on mine... oopsie), and robyn and i became addicted to the amawingly creamy moccain the belfast starbucks. we also discovered that the cheapest food was soup - or maccacs! here's the low down - in burger king in ireland beats maccas in france; london maccas is better than that of ireland and scotland. keep that in mind when samplinf overseas junk food...
so many cool things were seen, like the blarney castle and the amazingly magical surrounding gardens. i kissed the blarney stone - obviously this post doesn't accurately reflect my newfound eloquence... i saw braveheart for the first time, saw the giants causeway, almost died on a rickety rope bridge and learnt about irish history - geez, its confusing!! things in the north are still so temperamental.
anyway, it was an amazing trip, with great people that i've done a very poor job of telling you about here. those of you who are my facebook friends can see the evidence in the photos to come...
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