The goods

Ireland is beautiful! I mean just look at the historic buildings! Especially this one:

We also went to see the Giant's Causeway - a popular tourist site with these naturally formed hexagonal basalt rocks. Legend has it that it was once a giant's bridge over to Scotland. This pic (above) is when we first caught sight of the causeway from up above.


Here is me pretending that I hiked really hard to get there or something. Don't the rocks look amazing? (I'm really expecting you to answer out loud, just so you know.)

Here's my artsy one of us on the edge of the causeway... looking out into the deep blue waters of the ocean/sea/body of water.

We then proceeded on, like the good lil' tourists that we are, to go on this very trecherous rope bridge in a restricted area! Actually, we had to pay to walk on it, and it was very highly secured since someone almost got hurt on it a few years ago.

Liz and I decided to go explore the two nearby towns today (and just happened to get sunburned in the process) - Port Stewart and Port Rush. We took the bus to Port Stewart, looked around the shops, ate some famous ice-cream, then walked a few miles to Port Rush, played on the beach, ate some famous chips and irish stew, and took the bus home!

During our walk to Port Rush we found a little park where people were fishing and picnicing right on the shore. So we studiously took out our respective novels and read for a wee bit. It was quite tranquil, I must say. And doesn't Liz look mysterious.

These are our feet. In the ocean. It was really sunny and warm today, so the coldness of the ocean wasn't really that bad. In fact, it was rather refreshing. But... the overweight European men in speedos quickly quenched all feelings of peacefulness that we may have had.

Here is a nice shot of the beach at Port Rush (wow, and I'm in it too, isn't that handy). We've now successfully mastered the bus system, so weekend trips to the beach may be a frequent occurance... weather-permitting that is.