A Fascinating Day Touring West Belfast and the Titanic Experience

Though “The Troubles”, a common term for the three decades of violence in Northern Ireland that began in the late sixties, continued well into my lifetime, they have always felt like something that happened long ago and far away. Even arriving in Belfast and walking around the city centre there are few signs of the tension that still bubbles beneath the surface here. 

With that in mind, I was really looking forward to spending some more time with our driver from the Giants Causeway tour, Jimmy, for a black cab political tour of West Belfast.


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Cork Gaol – The Ultimate Timeout

It’s become a bit of a tradition for us to take the hop-on hop-off buses when we visit a new city. As I’ve mentioned in the past they’ve proven to be a good way to get around and by definition they tend to stop at many of the places you might want to visit. Besides, who doesn’t like driving around in an open-topped double decker with the wind in your hair. 


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Busting a Move in a 15th Century Castle

Today was our first day with no travel. So, what did we decide to do…well, travel to the nearby town of Blarney. I’ll give you one guess as to what we went there to see. 


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Lovely Day for a Guinness

What’s the first thing you do as tourists in Dublin with a toddler? Why a brewery, of course. More specifically the Guinness Storehouse.


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Dia duit ón Éirinn

Oh, hi. You’re still there. 

Nope, we weren’t kidnapped by the JW police for spreading bad reviews. We did actually make it home from Panama.

One of these days I’m going to figure out how to a) finish the posts through the end of a whole trip and b) keep posting something of interest between trips. The problem with that latter goal is that I can’t imagine you want to read about business trips. Then again, maybe sometime I’ll explain why it took me 48 hours to get from Halifax to Toronto by plane and how a wad of Canadian Tire money could have saved the day. But I digress…

That said, I know there is at least one reader, who isn’t related to me, who is anxiously waiting to hear how this trip goes. So, without further ado, Dia duit ón Éirinn, or hello from Ireland.


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