Up nice and early, we headed to Derry. We went on a walking tour of Derry and learnt of the historical Derry and of modern Derry. One of the most notable things that happened here was Bloody Sunday. Also Derry was a significant place where the Irish rebelled against the English from invading. The gutters are painted with the colours of the nations flag to show their territory. North Ireland is dominated by the English and everything is based around everything coming from England. Whereas South Ireland is very much Irish.
As it was Valentine’s Day today we decided that something needed to be done. Seeing as there were now 22 girls on the bus, we brought a nice big card and wrote on it for our amazing bus driver Freddie. We put it on his seat and through rose petals all around it. Was so funny when he saw it. His face blushed as red as a tomato, and he kept it in the window the whole trip. Other bus drivers tried to steal it but Freddie always chased after them! J We also wrote a limerick for him which goes as follows:
There once was a man named Freddie
Who was never, ever ready
He drove a green bus
Just for us
That's why we love our Freddie (I can't really remember the last line but it was something like this...)
After Derry we headed off to Carrick-A-Rede where we were going to cross the rope bridge but it was so windy that they actually shut the bridge. It was an absolutely wonderful view though and it was good to actually see some sand on the beach! :)
Next stop, the Giant’s Causeway. The myth behind this place was that there were two giant’s, one Scottish names Benandonner and one Irish named Fionn McCool. McCool wanted Benandonner’s girlfiend and so started to build a bridge across. When Benandonner found this out he decided he was going to build a bridge and come to bash McCool up. When McCool found this out he stopped building the bridge but Benandonner finished the bridge and came to bash him up. McCool was so scared that he put a blanket over himself and told the woman in the house to say he wasn’t there. When Benandonner came in and asked where he was the woman said he wasn’t there. Then Benandonner asked who was under the blanket. The woman said it was McCool’s son. Benandonner thought, if that’s how big the son is… the father must be massive, so freaked out and ran away breaking the bridge as he went. This is the story that people like to believe happened but in actual fact it was a volcanic eruption that dissolved the rock to the hexagonal shapes it is today. The height differs on how close it is to the water as the salt erodes the rock that remains. Was a pretty cool place actually. Bit of a hike but well worth it! :)
For our last stop we pulled into a tiny by-the-sea town that I can not remember the name of. We went and had a good pub meal and I hit the sack pretty early. Absolutely exhausted!
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