Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Wicked Campers Ireland

It's been a couple of days since we left miserable wet London for the cold rainy sky's of Belfast.

I flew out with Air France with Kita, and the plan was to meet Danielle at the airport while Gary, who had caught an earlier flight, would check in to the backpackers, find the closest pub and start quality testing the Guinness.

Before the plane could taxi out onto the runway I was punching out Z's after a very long week at work. Kita made a new friend and started her Irishination early knocking back a couple bottles of wine.

We all arrived safely and was soon sampling £2 Guinness at the local pub.

We didn't have too big a night the first night, as we were off at 9.45 the next morning with our man Dave who runs the caravan park where the Wicked Campers are kept.

Just a word to the wise for all you budding Ireland Wicked Campers, the round trip Dave provides from Belfast (your hostel or the airport), is well worth it. The buses that run out that way are slow and infrequent, and it's going to cost you at least 2 hours in each direction.

The four of us picked up the CLASH camper and got on the road without too much trouble, although about half way out to pick up the car I lost my co driver because she all of a sudden realised that she'd lost her drivers license......... but some how I'm not convinced.

We headed off and made our way up towards Portrush and a little town called Bushmills, you may have heard of their whisky.

Al Mennie was meeting us up in the carpark at Bushmills to drop off a 6' 8 Circle One board to go with Gary's board for the trip.

Our plan was to get down as far as Sligo on the first night but Ireland was playing England in the 6 nations so we stopped off in Londonderry for a couple of drinks and to watch the game. We probably should have just stopped in for the guinness as Ireland was given a bit of a touch up by England.

We pushed on towards Sligo and made a quick detour to Easkey's to check out the surf and have a quick toilet stop. There were two unfortunate circumstances here, first there were no waves and second the girls toilets were locked, and Danni really needed to pee.

Now I've seen some bad bathrooms before, but this was taking things a bit too far. It was like there was a Guinness festival on the day before and everyone used the same toilet without flushing. To her credit, she grinned and bared it and, although now mentally scarred by the experience, made it out alive and relieved.

We pulled up at Rosses Point outside the Sailing Club and bunked down for what was a VERY cold nights sleep. Danni was slightly stressed about having to sleep in the country side, and my cracks about an axe murderer on roof was going down like dolphin fin soup at a green peace party.

We did survive the night though and sat around the car park for coffees, kicked the footy and had a bite to eat for breakfast.
Our first night as a family

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