After being in Dublin for quite awhile, we decided it was
about time to venture out again and go see Northern Ireland. A bunch of people
we had met so far suggested going to Belfast so not really having any specific plan,
that is what we decided to do Friday morning.
As we walked to the bus stop, both of us started to regret
going shopping the other day. Although we are not exactly sure how much we were
carrying, it felt as if both of us were carrying a really big dead body on our
backs (kind of morbid, but true). To make it worse, we passed the bus stop and
kept on walking another twenty minutes until realizing we had missed it in the
first place.
When we finally made it to the bus, we were thrilled but
unfortunately our bad luck was just beginning for the day. We ended up taking a
double-decker bus, which is quite exciting; however, being on the top we
realized it sways a lot and both of us got nauseas, not to mention the
overwhelming amount of round-abouts we went around at least once (we think the
bus driver may of thought himself actually driving a roller coaster (if that is
at all possible), so we actually went around the round about a few times before
actually making a turn).
After our heads stopped turning when we got to the central
bus station, we headed to the information desk to see if we could get a map.
The lady was quite helpful and she asked if we needed help getting to our
hostel; however, us not being the brightest had forgotten to write down the
actual name of our hostel and gave her some very vague ideas of what we thought
our hostel might be named. “Well,” she said, “It could either be this one,” as
she pointed out on the map, “or it could be this one on the other side of
town.” Well, with us not really having a clue we took our chances and headed to
the one that sounded most promising with our big backpacks in tow.
Sadly, if you have not figured this one out yet, we had
picked the wrong one. So after Kristen asked a very drunk man for directions
(not her smartest moment) and we had been walking in the ghetto for awhile, we
went to the first hostel we saw, stupidly asking if we had made a reservation
at their hostel. Sadly, we had not. After finding out the news, we headed out
again, not only annoyed from walking to the opposite wrong end of town and
being sore from our backpacks, but becoming hangry pants.
After a long silence of walking through one of the most
depressing cities we have ever seen, we finally made it to our hostel, which
really was on the other side of town. Fortunately for most of our trip we have
been very lucky with our hostels, but this one did not hit the mark. We had
done very little research on it and ended up staying in a very ghetto part of
town.
At this point, we were both a little down, so after getting
some food at KFC (Ireland seems to have a lot of them and let’s just say the food
is not like it is back in America) we decided to go to bed. Yes it was only
five o’clock, but we really were not in the best of moods and to be completely
honest we both pretty much wanted to sleep away our time there (even though we
had booked the room for three nights).
Funny enough, it ended up that neither of us were able to
sleep the full fifteen hours we had been wanting to, but it was okay. We both
ended up getting some sleep so although we both still were not exactly happy
with the circumstances, we ended up laying in our beds, laughing at the whole
situation, talking for hours, and figuring out answers to the world’s problems
or more so ours. What started off as a very bad day, ended up being not so bad
and filled with laughter :)
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