The night before I was set to fly out to Belfast -> was my works Christmas party. I went along figuring I’d say hello have a drink and leave. That could not be more opposite to what actually happened. now I’m not a wine drinker, I don’t even like wine. But when that is the only free drink option you learn to drink it, well drink it fast. And next thing I know I’m in Belfast.
Somehow I autopiloted myself home (repacked like the drunk I was) and made my way to the airport. I do not know how they let me on the plane but I do remember waking up on touchdown and immediately feeling the effects of the hangover.
After checking in to my hostel dumping my bag and resisting the urge to immediately sleep forever I made it to the Titanic Belfast ->. (it was also at this point I started receiving messages from my coworkers who assumed I had missed my flight). This visit was actually a lot more emotional than I anticipated. and almost everyone emerged from the exhibition drying their eyes.
Just outside is the SS Nomadic -> which is the last remaining White Star Line ship in the world
After the earliest bed time known to man, I work up and boarded a bus -> to the Giants Causeway ->. We passed a Vanishing Lake -> and Stopped at Carrick-a-Rede Rope Bridge -> where fishermen erected the bridge to Carrick-a-Rede island over a 23m-deep and 20m-wide chasm to check their salmon nets.
After a visit to Old Bushmills Distillery -> for lunch, we were off again
We finally reached our the Giants Causeway. walking down to the causeway certainly, builds the anticipation and it did not disappoint. Despite being a cold and rainy day I had a great time climbing up the rocks and talking about its formation with the guides.