Whaaata feck. Eeehhh! Alreighttttt! Catch yourself on!

(Saturday 02.07)
I woke up in a really bad mood. I did not want to be here in Belfast, I wanted to be in Donegal, with the sea, the mountains and Michael (and his tea). I might have had a face like a lurgan spade.
The mood got a little better, and I was more determined on that "Im going back in October". (I have to learn to save up some money)

We decided that we should head for the city, and found quickly out that the door had a snap-lock, so we had to remember everything that we needed. 

We got lost in the neighbourhood and after a while we got back to the place we started, in Ebor Drive, the "not-so-Catholic-friendly-neighbourhood".
So we found a bus and headed towards town. First we found the tourist information, and got a map, and I bought 17 postcards and other stuff.

 

Look what I found on YouTube! 

I like this guy...

Then we found a shop, and we bough breakfast. We had Sushi, salad, fizzy drink and everything was consumed outside of City Hall. 

Then we walked and I created the rear guard. I think it was on the brink of Synneve telling me ""Don't dilly dally on the way".

We did some shopping and in and out of several shops. Then we bought dinner, and tried to find the bus back home. Got lost again, but not so serious this time.
Then we went to a pub, and had a Guinness... And we got stuck there for a while.

We sat outside the house and waited... and waited, until Ursula´s friend came with the key.

We went inside and made dinner, and then we saw a film. "An Everlasting Piece", such a wonderful movie.

"Colin is a Catholic and George is a poetry-loving Protestant. In Belfast in the 1980s, they could have been enemies, but instead they became business partners. After persuading a mad wig salesman, known as the Scalper, to sell them his leads, the two embark on a series of house calls--always in neighborhoods that are dangerous for one or the other partner. Then they find out they may lose their exclusive wig distributorship to competitors. Through a series of comic twists, the pair are given large orders for wigs by both sides of the Protestant/Catholic conflict. Should they compromise their principles in order to keep their business? Will it destroy their friendship? Could one of their wigs in the hands of the IRA actually put one or both of them in jail or even get them killed?"

"The way "hairpiece" is continually confused with the word "herpes" 

Well, we sat and watched this film, and then we heard a lot of drumming. "Hmmm" we thought, and ran over to the windows. And Synneve kept on saying "Are they marching? What are they marching for today? The Twelfth (also called Orangemen's Day) aint before 12th of July. So we got outside, and I took a LOT of pictures. Afterwards we got in and saw the rest of the film, then we googled it, and found out that ...
We did not find out anything. Or... after a bit of "Wikipedia search, I found this "Typically each Orange Lodge will hold its own march at some point before the 12th of July"

I felt a bit misplaced here with all the Union Jacks and Flag of Ulster.

Then we headed off to bed

And please God I'll soon return unto the homes of Donegal

(Friday 01.07)

Today is the day I have wanted not to come. I just wanted the time to stop. It was the day we have to leave Ballyliffin, Michael and Levi, the beach and the wonderful nature (and Michael brother, that I don't remember the name on) *sad face*
We were heading towards Belfast. Was not exactly a "happy day". Synneve made breakfast, and I started to plan out a surprise. I was done packing, and just sat in the living room.
Michael was everywhere... one second he was in the kitchen, and the next second he was gone again. He said that is was very busy in the shop, but he said he would come back when he had the time. It was a very strange feeling knowing that we were going to leave.
The time for departure was getting closer and closer... and then about 1 hour before the bus was going, came Michael back, and we decided to have a photo shoot in the "backyard", and Levi was of course with us. We did get a few nice photos, and loads of fun.

Then Michael had to go back to work again... and then he came back with VERY hot tea... We sat a while in the livingroom, just talking.

It was only minutes until we were leaving, so we walked over to the bus-stop. Which was actually only a chair.
We stood and talked until the bus came, and then it was hugs everywhere.
We sat in the back of the bus, and I did not want to be there, but I knew I had to. I sat there trying not to cry... I actually managed not to cry, but it was hard.

The time has come and I must go, I bid you all adieu,
The open highway calls me forth to do the things I do.
And when I'm trampin' far away I'll hear your voices call,
And please God I'll soon return unto the homes of Donegal.

We were now on our way to Belfast. I sent a message to Michael, and then when we entered UK, everything stopped working.

 Why are they driving with the doors open?

 ..

 Surveillance

After a while were we in Belfast, and I was cranky. Anyway, it did not help being cranky, so we found a taxi that could take us to Ursula´s place. Up in the protestant area... not a very nice place, knowing that everyone around was loyal to the queen. And with me and my sister being "Irish" not "English". At least in our hearts. So that was that... Trying to keep my mind open, but I think I have a little selective perception going.

Wonder what Belfast has in stall for me...