Chapter 1. Blog 1 - Ireland

My flight landed at the Belfast International Airport a little after 9 at night. It was windy, raining, and a bit cold, which really just made it seem like I was back in Vancouver. By the time I bussed into town, walked down some dark streets on my own and found my hostel it was a little after ten. Luckily the flight times worked out so that I was tired when I got in and slept all night, so my jet lag wasn't bad at all. 

Which was a good thing, because the next day I had to find a way to meet up with Adrienne, Laura, and Carin, who were somewhere in North Ireland, though that was about all I knew. It's a good thing they were there to take me out that night, because I needed a break from the advances of a bit-too-hopeful portuguese guy. I met a couple of Canadians at the youth hostel that second night, (I could tell right away because one was wearing a Vancouver Canucks T-shirt).

Since then I have got the chance to get too much to drink at some good Belfast pubs, and been lucky to stay at friends of Adrienne's. Together us four Canadians have been able to take a black cab tour and learn about Belfast, and take a trip up the North coast to see the Giant's Causeway, the town of Derry (the site of Bloody Sunday). I have fallen in love with the green hills and amazing coastlines here - it's worth the slightly crappy weather, and the grass really is greener here.

Tomorrow I will say goodbye to Belfast and head over to Scotland, and hopefully get in some good hiking before I head down to London to see my cousin. I don't think I have quite grasped the epic scale of what I have gotten myself into with this little field trip of mine, since it's just been a few days since I left I still feel like I'm just on some short little getaway.  I'm sure that will change eventually:)

Till next time,

-Carla