i needed fuel on tuesday morning, because mattsy and i were off into the city centre (don't spell it "center," the american way, or else everyone will hate you forever and ever, amen).
mr. matthew's dad (aka john) had promised to cook me an ulster fry, and i meandered downstairs to discover the gorg-fest he had whipped up.
an ulster fry, sans mushrooms. fried egg, RASHERSSSS, snnnausage, potato bread, and (my new favorite!)--soda bread. choice breakfast!
tucking in! check out my personal servant matthew obediently making coffee in the background while i feast, LOL. such a good lad!i was insensibly stuffed after breakfast, and almost sweating grease. but we plowed into legendary belfast, the very centre! old buildings and sketchy people abounded, i loved it.
the first thing we saw (after matt made us stop so he could buy a coke), was the city hall.
poseur
this was a memorial to the crew of the titanic. there was also a 9/11 memorial on the grounds, which was unexpected and nice.re-emerging, i was shaking with cold, so i demanded matt's scarf. we then hit up primark, and i bought a sweater for a tenner, heyoo! i missed primark. then i bellowed for coffee, and we rested our weary leggums for a bit in a cute cafe-type place.
more shopping, etc etc, including TOPSHOP. i die. i dragged mash around until he couldn't take it anymore and found a random couch in the store to plop on. haha! we ended up buying matching socks...his have cartoon policeman faces, mine soldiers. yeah we hip.
we had been shopping for a while in victoria square, and after climbing what seemed like 10000 steps, reached the top floor of the building, aka observatory with great views of the city. couply pic, sawwwryyi finally had to get a wee chicken wrap before our bus tour, because even the full ulster fry couldn't keep me full for more than 5 hours. om nom nom
we hit up the open-top bus tour, which took us all over the city and was informatively narrated. i learned lots, which i have since forgotten.
we hit up the open-top bus tour, which took us all over the city and was informatively narrated. i learned lots, which i have since forgotten.
on da bus!
dis is da clock tower. it's crookedy cause the river flows underneath it!
harland & wolff dockyards, where the titanic was built!
rando church
a neighborhood called "the shankill," which is traditionally unionist, and unfortunately saw a lot of violence during the troubles.
one of the "peace walls." it amazed me how many remnants of the past were still very much intact.
there were a ton of murals. some were violent, others not at all. i like the flowers on this one.
bobby sandsthe tour was really good, very well-balanced and chock full of facts! we stayed on for the whole ride, jumping off once we got back to the starting place.
which, i believe, was near this guy? IT ALL LOOKS THE SAME!we headed back to the kibbuh household to get ready for dinner...at PIZZA EXPRESS!! i hadn't had da express since my study abroad. it was exactly how i remembered it! and happily, we were joined by matt's auntie joyce and uncle billy, so the craic abounded at dinner.
after, we went for drinks (champagne, daaaaaang yo!) at joyce and billy's gorgeous house, then ventured into the night one more time--this time, to meet matt's friends ali and anna at "the lonely poet" bar. it was so good to meet more authentic NI folk...i can't get enough. i'm addicted to them, halp halp. jokes, but for realz it was lovely to chat with matt's friends and have yet another drink.
...predictably, by the end, i was morphing into my tiredness-induced-shell-of-a-human-self, so we were graciously driven home. where i happily crashed.
day 4, FINISHED. howd'ya like them apples and snausage and soda bread?
now distinctly aware that soda bread is not made from sprite,
lilleh
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