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Published: August 26th 2008
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a fort
an old fort from when the normans came. The only purpose it served was to show off. "See I got the bigger ring." :) Sunday August 24th Rushport, Northern Ireland
So I crossed the border to Northern Ireland. Nothing changed really except for the accent, but that changes every two miles here. Yes I crossed the border, not we. Stephan left yesterday, as planned, for Germany.
But first things first. I left you at that house in Glendalough, south of Dublin deep in the Wicklow Mountains and far away from any civilization. As I told you, be came to Glendalough and found it ridiculously expensive. We started asking people if we could camp on their grounds. One guy finally told us about a spot up on the mountain right next to a little pond. It’ll be quiet there, nobody would bother us. So we went up the mountain. After an hour or more walking through the night there was a river but no pond anywhere. We returned to a house that was still lit up half way back the road. There was a youth club that had rented the house. They allowed us to camp on their front yard. Later that night there were harsh voices: “Where’s the tent?” “Where is it?” “Where’s the tent?” and I thought this is it, we need to
pack up and leave. Finally that very harsh voice spotted us stepped close: “excuse me?” me:”yeah?” harsh voice: you can sleep in the house if you want!” me:”no kidding?” harsh voice: “no.”
So we got to sleep in beds and had showers and toilets and that kinda stuff.
They stayed another day and so did we, spend our time hiking in the Wicklow Mountains(, really nice area…if you are into walking boring as shit if you want to something else,) or walking around trying to find some unsecured wireless internet connection.
The group left on our second day and locked the house. With us outside of course. While I was pretty much OK staying in the tent for a night and sleeping all afternoon, Stefan would’ve liked to stay in the house another night…and he was bored. So I took a pretty good nap and didn’t hear from him at all. When I got up he poked his head into the tent and asked if I knew how the keys looked like the camp councilor locked the door with. I told him silver and gold, two keys. He grinned opened his fist and in his palm there was a silver
and a golden shimmering key.
As it turned out he had managed to open one of the kitchen windows. He was too big to fit through but could reach the keys on the windowsill inside. Strangely the keys didn’t seem to work. So it was my job to climb though that window and find another way in for him. I got in OK and tried all of the locks again from the inside. And sure enough an emergency door would open up. So we had another night in the house but I didn’t sleep well. Every sound would make me wake up. Stefan was just fine though, slept like a baby.
The next morning we packed and left everything as we found it. By afternoon we were back in Dublin. After a lovely day in the park we took the bus to the airport. Because Stefans flight was Saturday morning at 6:50am we slept there in our sleepingbags. We watched Rambo - First Blood before we went to sleep that day.
We got up again at 500am. We said goodbye, he left for Germany and I for Belfast. I got out of Dublin OK but didn’t get any response from
kids entertainment.
We came to cook. We stayed being babysitters. I had so much fun. Honestly been thinking about changing my future plans. the couchsurfers in Belfast. So I passed it by and camped just outside Lisburn, Northern Ireland. A couple of rides, one with a Chelsy Hooligan who handed me a beer as soon as I sat down in the car, took me the Rushport and Giant’s Causeway. A lot of stones. I’ll see if I can upload some pictures. I’m camping outside the visitor center right now. Guess I have to pack up early tomorrow.
Anyway there’s something else on my mind. And that is I’m alone. I was alone when I hitchhiked through the states but somehow that was different. I had places to go, couchsurfers or friends. And in a strange way the states were familiar. I lived there, I knew the people…I spoke the language. British English or Irish English sounds funny, but if I’m not in the mood for joking I can’t stand it.
I don’t like not having someone around to talk to. Maybe one is more outgoing and interacting with the locals if one is alone, but still. I’d like to have a friend with me. I think that’s something I gonna take with me from this trip. Don’t trip alone 😊
Cheers
Chris
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Nicky
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Geee....Rock me sexy Jesus
First of all, I totally get what you're saying about travelling alone, yet my week alone in Maui was really great. Second, I can't believe you broke into a house!!! This totally distorts the picture I had of you.....NOT :) I like, very nice!