I know you've all been missing us terribly so we're back to try and update our blog.
So after Wales we went back to England for a bit and *gasp* actually worked for a bit. Ok, it was only for 2 days but that's still work. Then we set off again. To the green, green grass of Ireland. We arrived in Dublin on the 8th of May (whoopsie that is a while ago now), the day before we were due to set off on our All Ireland tour. I have a feeling we didn't do that much that day, we did do some exploring and ate some pizza but apart from that nothing really.
The next day we were off! In a big green bus. First stop was to see some really big, really old Celtic crosses and some ruins at Drogheda before driving to Derry. Where we got drunk with our busmates on some cheap Irish wine and watched Shaun of the Dead. And consequently, due to some French people hovering outside the windows and making us all scream, were scared of zombies all night. The whole bus. It was amusing. I swear. So it must be true. There were zombies.
The next day we went to the Giant's Causeway, which was pretty spectacular. Lot's of rocks so arranged by the feuding giants of Ireland and Scotland. Dunluce Castle. And also the rope bridge at Carrick-a-Rede where Sarah conquered her fear of rope bridges. Yay for her! Before heading to Belfast for the night and going out again. Belfast was actually pretty depressing and sad but still very interesting. We went on A Black Taxi tour and saw all of the significant sites in it's wartorn history and left messages on the Peace Wall. Belfast left quite an impression. Which of course we can regale you with at length when we get home. At considerable length.
Sunday, we were back into the Republic of Ireland and went to see the Cliffs of Moher (you must forgive us any inaccuracies because we can't quite remember what we did everyday but rest assured that we did do these things at one point or another). Which you see in the picture, although the picture doesn't really do them justice. They were absolutely gorgeous. Sarah says true dat. So it must be true. Then went off to Blarney Castle where we all kissed the Blarney Stone (upside down mind you) and obtained forever the gift of the gab (obviously, the proof is before you). The ground of Blarney Castle were spectacular, no seriously. Breathtaking. There were waterfalls and caves and towers and flowers. Rhyming now, that gift of the gab is phenomenal. Before spending the night in Galway where we cooked dinner. Yes, we actually cooked a meal (ok, so Julia did) and didn't eat chips.
Monday, we did something or other on the way to Killarney. Maybe stopped at Sligo. Also gorgeous. Ooh and we went to a creepy place called Knock where they had the vision of the Virgin Mary. And hundreds of people were pushing a statue of Jesus and marching behind it. Sorry but it was creepy. It may be one of the things I already mentioned. Killarney was fun. We went to a farmers disco. Sarah danced with a farmer. To Toto. We had lots of fun. And drank too much. And mets lots of people. Interesting people.
Tuesday, we drove around and looked at lots of beaches and dipped our feet into the icy cold waters of the Atlantic ocean. Really fricking freezing. We stopped for lunch in a loverly seaside town called Dingle. We stayed that night in a little pub charmingly named the Randy Leprachaun in a little village called something starting with A. We were lazy that night and gossiped about the night before.
Wednesday, we headed back to Dublin via the Guiness factory (yuck) and some really pretty thatched cottages in a town called Adair. We did stay another couple of days in Dublin and walked around and did stuff. We went to a church that ended up being an insurance company, did our washing and ate "probably the best pizza in the world" which was also "probably the largest pizza on the planet". It wasn't.
Join us next time, for stories of Scotland.
P.S. We saw lots of sheep. LOTS