While packing for the next leg of our trip, we put on some music using the trusty iPod and let loose with some singing. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, which Jenn answered. A guy about our age stood there and said, “Oh, hi, I just HAD to come over and see who was holding that note!” Jenn laughed and closed the door. Very random. Apparently, our karaoke practices had been paying off. We bid farewell to the hostel with another tasty meal at the Causeway Café and lugged our bags up Great Victoria Street to the bus station. A little note here - the men in Belfast seem to enjoy hitting on women from their cars. Elderly women, women with strollers, women with tons of luggage, doesn’t matter to them - you need
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