The people have spoken, and I have ignored them once again- hence a new blog for a new tour! No wait, where are you going? I’ll take it as read that you know what this jaunt is all about…well, you must do otherwise you wouldn’t be here, right? Right! Okay, I’ll bring you up to speed quick-time…
I was fretting about whether EasyJet would accept my bike wrapped in the old traditional polythene bag- I was booked to fly from Liverpool to Georgie Best Aeroporto and was quite keen to have the bike arrive as well.
I emailed their Customer Services and the CEO (Dolph Lundgrum, or similar) with a photo of what I was on about, but didn’t expect to hear anything back. Three days later and on the eve of me flying out, I get a phone call from Ivan Drago’s PA and the lady informs me that yes, the bike shall be accepted. Woo-hoo!
Arriving at Johnny Moondog Airport, the check-in staff were happy with it and even Security were keen to get it through their outsize scanner. Wonders never, etc…
Carry on follow that Airbus!
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Thank Gawd it arrived relatively unscathed.
Last night’s acco was er, perfunctory so I was glad to be up and away by 0715 this morning and into a fresh breeze but clear skies. To be honest, I was lucky today as the wind was only ever across and then a 3/4 headwind and with almost zero precipitation. The same cannot be said of tomorrow, hah-hah!
The most easterly bit on the mainland…Burr Point.
I had blocked-out any memories of just what a dead weight the panniers are, and the effect they have on the bike’s behaviour. Still, all that joy came flooding back pronto. In fairness to all today’s drivers, they were very considerate with only a couple of close passes. Bueno!
In order to steal as many yards as possible today (one for my ex-colonial football fans there), the plan was to use a couple of ferry journeys. This worked fine, save for the hanging-about…and it’s always ace to get on the water. No bar though…
Lovely paintings, just before you get on a ferry…
Bye-bye Portaferry...hello Strangford!
Er, Downpatrick was it?
Defo Newcastle for a quick alfresco lunch.
Pablo moonlighted over here occasionally.
And down to Greencastle for another ferry. Lost more time waiting around but that was always the risk.
“Boss, Boss! The ferry!”
Just married. Not on the ferry, like…
Looks lovely but let me assure you, t’was a bit Baltic!
It is an amazing area…wanna return and explore a wee bit.
That left about 35 miles before stumps: the last ten miles seemed to go forever…cue cries of ‘We know how you felt’ from anyone reading this, hah-hah!
What’s with all this Johnny Foreigner metric guff? <starts chanting “Divide by 8, multiply by 5”>
Good on you!
Wouldn’t mind, but there’s still some distance left…
“No, we are not doing f**king Stonehenge!”
At last Drogheda was in sight and I was plenty glad. Tonight’s acco is probably the best I’ll see on this tour: everything immaculate and it works…plus the host even dried my washing! Tripadvisor five stars etc…
So that only leaves a couple of items of business:
Where were you?
Too many stats? Thought so.
The other thing is to dedicate this opener to everyone who has donated to Cure Leukaemia…you are all dancers and I owe you a beer. Or several!
Sort of isotonic innit?
The final thing is today’s tune: my internal jukebox played a raft of old bollocks today, but this sorta seems apt. I started out from where I began. Or some old cobblers like that. Macca and co., when you’re ready…
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