The title of the post represents a heart-attack-inducing traditional Belfast breakfast: two pieces each of potato bread and soda bread, two sausages, bacon, fried egg, and tomato. Photos to come, because it takes too long to upload them, and I only have a limited amount of internet (£3.00 for an hour that I’m intending to spread out until I leave Belfast the next morning).
Day 14?! I’ve already passed the one-third mark of the trip. I think I’m bearing it well after two weeks on the road, even though I’m starting to forget what day of the week it is, some hostel facilities leave much to be desired, and I’m still not looking the correct way when I cross the street (because the British and Irish drive on the left-hand side, one first has to look to the right before crossing). But it’s all about the experience, right? It has been a great experience in Scotland: the culture of Glasgow, the majestic nature of Skye, the history and festive atmosphere of Edinburgh.
Now I have a week and a half in Ireland. Today (Wednesday), it’ll be a daytrip to Armagh for the requisite religious component, then across the island to County Mayo, and back again to Dublin. If there’s another thing I’ve learned, it’s to steel myself for these long transition days going between places. Off I go, but first I’m going to try and finish this Ulster Fry…
