Sunday, 23 September 2018

Mountains and Castells

Montserrat has many hikes and climbs.
A lone tree.
Starting our ferrata with a view of Montserrat.
Easter this year was a great time, travelling around Ireland by car. I got to see some things that I'd seen before, which is good as it brings back good memories, as well as making new ones, and I also go to see and do many new things - with the added bonus of doing all this with my girlfriend who was doing the same. All good trips must come to and end and I was ready to head home, which I think is the sign of a good trip - that feeling of accomplishment, contentment that you've seen and done what you came to do and are ready to go home with your memories and a smile on your face. Some people would say that the adventure ends when you come home, back to the daily grind, working the 9 to 5 as Dolly says, and it is in a way - if you let it. I'm luck enough to live in a great town surrounded by many, many things to do to keep me busy, fit and my camera clicking. Getting back to the warmer weather of Barcelona, after the bitter cold of Belfast, made me want to strap on my climbing harness and hit the mountains and climbing paths - so that's exactly what I did. I've mentioned the 'Via Ferrata' in previous blogs I'm sure, but I will talk about it again as there are so many trails you can do, each very different in their own way. The term 'via ferrata' comes from Italian and means 'iron way,' which is the steel cable, or life-line, you are always clipped onto while scaling the side of a cliff. It is very popular in Catalonia, there are these ferratas everywhere, dedicated websites with comments, videos and all sorts of information for climbers. There are also paths in Andorra, France and even South Africa! There is also a rating system for each one, measuring Endurance, Strength, Physiological as well as Equipment and the Terrain itself, putting everything together for a outright score from easiest to hardest -  K1 to K6.

Working since 1930!

The Monastery of Montserrat.
The end of the ferrata.
Up the rope!
Montserrat is full of these climbs, popular ones like Les Damas, but this time I was going to a canal - no life-line, just scrambling up cliffs and tights gaps between rocks, then abseiling back down. New and exciting! The first one after the Easter break I did was the Canal de Bardisses Romantiques, a nice little climb opposite Montserrat so offering a great view of the Magic Moutain. I have a friend that is a big hiker and climber and loves to do crazy weekends of ferrating and abseiling, so he and I always get together to do these things - I don't know what I'd do without Joan! We started at the Catalan Ferrocarrils station of Montserrat-Aeri, where you can also get an old cable car to the Monastery on the mountain. Getting our gear out of the car, we watched the yellow, rickety carriage go up and down from the station to the mountain, carrying loads of tourists and their cameras - in fact, the Aeri has been doing this since 1930! We headed off down the trail and on to the canal itself. The main difference between a 'canal' and a 'ferrata' is the going up part - a canal is just a narrow gap in the rock where you have to scramble up any way you can. Often the rocks and cliffs will have chains or ropes to help you, but nowhere really to clip on a safety line to your harness - so you fall, you die. Ok, maybe over-exaggerating a little, but in most cases you would seriously hurt yourself! This one started off walking through a slightly higher than belly high tunnel, right under a train line - I had to strap my bag around my front, bend over and straddle the sides of the tunnel as there was dark, running water in the middle... the tunnel got dark very quickly as I had put my phone away in pocket, scared of losing it. It must have gone for 50m or more - that may not sound too long, but imagine a very dark tunnel only about 1m in height, you crouching down, your knees unable to be straight at any point, cold water rushing under your body and no way out but to just make it to the other end! I did it of course, by just! My legs were starting to cramp and I was getting worried that I'd fall in and lose my camera, phone and dignity.

A feral cat we saw on the hike to the 'Canal del Gat (The Cat Canal).'
The canal's namesake - the 'cat' on Montserrat.
Abseiling down the canal.
The canal.
We made the climb up, pulling ourselves up the wet ropes and chains, and got a great view of Montserrat. The view at the top is part of the reward - a reward for making it halfway. The other part is my favourite though - the beer(s) at the end! After getting on our harnesses and abseiling down the other side of the canal, we headed to a little bar in the town of Ministrol de Montserrat, a popular place for lunch or drinks after visiting the Monastery itself. Next up was the Canal del Gat, which is actually on the mountain itself - so while not offering a view of 'The Big M,' we would get a great view of everything around. This canal started off in the sleepy town of Collbató, where we stopped for the traditional coffee before and would be stopped for the also very traditional beer afterwards. It may not sound very professional, but I have a very serious 'ritual' before I go on a ferrata. I call it the "Two Coffee System," and as the name suggests, I always drink 2 coffees before... but why 2 you say? The last thing you want while climbing is to be hanging off the side of a mountain and feel the urgent call of nature - the coffee is for this reason - the second one is to doubly make sure you're ready to rock before you get on that rock. The name 'Canal del Gat' was uncertain to me at first, but I quickly decided the reason why it was called this - the canal we climbed through was so thick with brambles with sharp thorns that seem to reach out to get you - we came out of the canal looking like a cat had scratched us from top to toe! In actual fact, the real reason for the name is a rock formation at the top, between the way you climb up and and the path you take to get down, which, from the right angle, looks like a cat sitting. Another good climb, another notch in the harness, and another celebratory beer (or two) at the end. I love going on Ferratas and hope there will be many more to come!


The 'Magic Mountain' of Montserrat.
Heads up! It's castell season!
Castells in La Seu d'Egara.
Salute!
I love hiking in the mountains here and also going climbing - but something that I'm also very passionate about is castells. I'm sure I've posted about these before, but as I feel so passionate about them, I think I need to say more. By the time I'd come back from my Easter trip around Ireland, the castell season had already started and was in full swing. The team I usually follow are the Xics de Granollers and the Saballuts of Sabadell. Both great teams and have many great people in them, you can't always see both perform on the same day! Sometimes the Saballuts will be somewhere far down south of Catalonia, working with Villafranca for example, while the Xics will be in the next city, or all the way up north in Girona. I've seen quite a few teams perform, including one of the best in the game, the Castllers de Vilafranca, but this day I was getting the chance to see the team from Terrassa, The Minyons, perform in their home city and my neighbouring city. It was Sunday and although the day would be huge, there was basically nobody on the train to Terrassa, apart from a few people getting the early train back home after a big night in Barcelona. I walked down the streets, only a few bakeries open for the Sunday bread, and down into La Seu d'Ègara, just across the river from the centre of the city. This area is a small complex with Romanesque style churches dating back to the 5th Century AD. These buildings were originally built around a central patio, but now only 3 structures remain - the church of Santa Maria, Sant Miquel and Sant Pere. I'd never been here before so I arrived early to take a look around. I don't know if it's usually free, but it was today and so I took full advantage, taking photos of the ruins as well as the beautiful stone churches in the yard, even walking inside to take a peek. It wasn't long before people started turning up for the main show - you can spot the castellers coming in ones or twos, or sometimes in whole families, walking down to the square in their brightly coloured shirts and white pants. Find your place for the best view and wait with anticipation to see the day's tower building commence!

A walking pillar over the bridge - wow!
The view from above.
A good-luck kiss before the climb.
The many hands of the pinya.
I'd done a little reading and talking to people beforehand, as this was the first time I'd seen the Minyons and the first time I'd been to this place too, so I knew a little of what was planned for the day. The team from Terrassa would be joined by the Sabadell team as well as the Castellers de Barcelona - a big day! But, what I really wanted to see was the Minyons perform their 'walking pillar' to start the day off. Normally a tower is a stationary thing with a full base and 3, 4 or even 5 people thick as it reaches up - a pillar is a much smaller version of maybe 4 or 5 people hight but only 1 person supporting the people above. This move is usually used to open the day's festivities or to signify the end. Today Terrassa would be making a pilar and walking it more than 100 metres - including over a bridge! I heard the music and people came to where they could get a good view of this amazing sight - a pilar 4 high slowly but surely making its way across a little bridge into a complex with 1500 year old churches packed with people. Incredible! Unfortunately the structure collapsed once, I'm sure due to the uneven cobblestones or maybe a muscle cramp, but everyone was secured by a harness and rope so that nobody could truly fall off the bridge. You have to give credit where its due and this was by far the most amazing thing I've seen the castellers do! The day's events were great, even if the weather was a little overcast, windy and cold, and I even managed to get a great view from the roof of the museum - having a big camera, speaking Catalan and having a Castells shirt on can go a long way sometimes! When you go and watch these events, you can get in close to the pinya, see hands and feet scramble for purchase, hear the shouts of the Cap de Colla (the engineer of the whole thing) telling people where and when to go, but the most amazing spot to see something like this is from above. Getting a bird's eye view of something like this sends shivers down your spine! Not only do you get to see how many people are actually involved, you see the people that are never seen by the public as they're lost right in the middle of this outward and upward growing structure of humans. The tower fans out, people pop up in the middle to check angles and lines, while others walk around the outside, adding support or getting more people to lean in on the pinya (the base of the castell). If you have never seen this before, or only on TV or online, you haven't truly seen it - there is no other way than to be in the middle of it, hear the Catalan flutes play (the gralla), the banging of their drums and the mass of people that build these "castles" week in and week out with mind-boggling precision. No wonder Castells were were declared by UNESCO to be amongst the Masterpieces of the Oral and Intangible Heritage of Humanity 2010.


Hold on! It's hard work keeping the tower upright and stable.

Everyone lends a hand, no matter the team.
The fans.
The pinya of the castell.
I had one last Castell event to see before heading away from July to do a summer camp in Romania. You may say that one of these days seeing people climb on top of each other is very much the same, but you'd be mistaken. Firstly, there are different teams, different structures created and of course there are the different places you go to to see them. There are Castells all around the country, happening most weekends and at festivals, to places you've never been to or even heard of, and that makes it extra special. This weekend in June I headed to Vilassar de Mar, a town on the coast just north of Barcelona and Mataro. This Xics were at this event and it was their last before taking a Summer break, so I couldn't miss it. The town itself is actually quite nice - a little beach just over the railway lines with a small bar (of course), cute houses up and down the small streets of the centre of town and even a few cool looking restaurants and bars. I must say that I've never understood quite why there is a great big railway line running up the coast and is between the beach and the town - to me, this is ugly and defeats the point of having water and a view for a seaside town. Anyway, that's how it is here so I enjoyed the beach for a little while before seeing the towers start. Again, having a camera, knowing the team and speaking some Catalan goes a long way - I was allowed onto the balcony of the city hall to take pictures. It's a great way to see the expressions of everyone as they climb up, holding other's legs and arms in place, and of course you're nearly level to the top-most level where the little kids salute the crowd! If you're lucky, you may even appear in some pics or even on television!

Photographers on the balcony of the City Hall of Vilassar del Mar.

The unique angel from the balcony.
Concentration.
A tower in front of the City Hall.
So, my castell fix was now truly sated (for now) and the long-awaited "Castells of Catalonia" book that I've been working on has finally been published! A collection of photos and informative captions, in both English and Catalan, the book was a year in my mind and months of work to make happen - please check it out and even consider buying a copy for you (and for you boyfriend/girlfriend, mum/dad... everyone!) and help me continue taking photos of this great tradition and maybe even publish more! Now, it was time to pack up and head to Romania for my second summer camp there to make a little but of summer while the sun's shining. Romania is a great country and one i love going to - this would be my second visit and I plan to see more of the country than last time and see different things too. Although it's work, teaching 8 - 14 year old kids, it's basically a paid holiday - I'm put up in a hotel in the Romanian mountains and paid for it! Onto Romania!

The beach of Vilassar del Mar.

Sunset in Vilassar... and time to head to Romania.

Monday, 20 August 2018

Easter Ireland - Part 4 - Derry to Belfast

Welcome to The North!
Walking around the lovely city of Derry.
View of the Cathedral.
The wooden ceiling of St Columb.
The last week had been a great week of travelling around Ireland - I have to say that having a car and driving a country is the best way to do it. Ok, so it was a rent a car (I truly miss my VW van!), but still, a car is comfortable, relatively cheap when sharing petrol costs, and very convenient, as you can stop whenever and wherever you like. It's my favourite way of travelling - I enjoy the driving part of it as well. We'd pulled in Derry to spend a day and a night after walking around the Giant's Causeway, and although it wasn't on the list of places to see, I'm glad we stopped here. Derry, also called Londonderry, is the second largest city in Northern Ireland and 4th largest on the island. The name changed from the Gaelic 'Daire' (meaning Oak Grove) in 1613 when granted a Royal Charter by King James I who added the prefix of London. Today's population is around the 100,000 mark, making a small, yet busy little city, which straddles both sides of the River Foyle. It's not famous for anything, like Belfast and the Titanic for example, but it is the only city in Ireland with completely in-tact city walls that still surround the old town. Built between 1613 and 1619, they were designed to protect English and Scottish settlers (from the Irish I'm guessing), and make a 1.6 kilometre encirclement around the city - you can walk all around the walls and get a great view of the suburbs way down below.

Terraced houses in Derry.

some cool graffiti and play equipment in Derry.
Beautiful woodwork from the 1860s.
1 of the 214 carved pew decorations.
We were just across the river in our B&B, so we walked across the bridge and up towards one of the city's gates, then into the old walled town. One thing that I liked was seeing the rows and rows of terraced houses. Although I wouldn't really want to live in one, sharing walls with both neighbours and not having much space at all, but I liked the symmetry and and look of it from high above on the walls. Even from this distance you could see the graffiti on the sides of houses and shops, proclaiming peace and prosperity for the city and Northern Ireland and what I could make out, a peaceful solution to the whole issue. Within the walls there is the Cathedral Church of St Columb. The church was damaged by accident during the Nine Years War (1593-1602), fought between the Irish chiefs against English occupation, and then finally destroyed by Sir Henry Docwra and his 4,000 troops to make the fortifications. Today's church dates back to around 1663 and from the outside, although beautiful as most churches are, it is inside that the real beauty can be seen. During the 1860s, restoration took place, replacing the stone ceiling with beautiful, dark oak beams, the square pews were all re-done and carved anew as well as the main chair for the church, the Bishop's chair. Walking down the aisle, looking at and even touching the wonderfully, hand-carved pew decorations, was just amazing. We had a guide with us, a lovely older gentleman who decided to show some tourists around and tell us the history of the church, all because he was so proud of the building and was just friendly and charming in general. He told us that during the big restoration, each pew decoration was carved by a father and son team, each being completely unique and different to the others. His seat was in the 'bat' aisle, and his wife, hating bats, sat opposite in the 'squirrel' aisle. There are 214 carved pews with different animals and plants on them, but all amazing. The bishop's seat was also carved by this dynamic father and son duo, and our great guide even let us sit there - 'He's not in today, and besides, he won't even know, will he...' I'm so glad we stopped and went into this church  - I can't remember the man's name sadly, but we had such a great time that we donated a few coins for the church in gratitude.


Derry city streets.

Derry - a beautiful place to visit.
The birds!!
Stone pub in Donegal.
As much as I loved this place, there really isn't many more things for a tourist to do here. We walked back to the car, crossing the modern Peace Bridge, funky looking bridge that curved sideways over the river. It was built in 2011, when the city was named European Capital of Culture, and is designed to built better relations within the city - it connects a mainly unionist 'Waterside' with the nationalist 'Cityside,' which are on opposite banks. A great stop this was, but before going back to Belfast we took a quick hop over the border, back in the the Republic, for a pint and lunch in Donegal. Just outside of Derry is the county and the town of the same name - today the capital of County Donegal is Lifford. Why this place you say? Well, why not? It was close and it was a good time for a Guinness! A small place, with a population of around 2,500 people, but very quaint and pretty. The town square is known as 'the Diamond,' why I'm not sure, maybe because of it's shape, but it is a busy little place ringed with pubs and souvenir stores. Although you approach from the road and drive right into the centre, Donegal sits on a a large estuary and has access to the sea via the river Eske, something you don't really realise because of the hills the are abundant here and the town centre isn't focused on the water like most coastal towns - but there is a ferry, but I was unsure where it went exactly. There's not much here, a 15th century castle called Donegal Castle, the river and waterway, a Famine memorial and a Franciscan friary, which is now in ruins. We stopped for lunch, a pint (or two) and a quick walk around which was very enjoyable. We didn't enter the castle, or even find out if it was open to the public, but strolled around the river and around the town, and then for a short walk through the ruins of the friary and its slightly spooky cemetery. Although in nearly complete ruins, it was interesting to wander, read tombstones (some were from the mid-18th Century!) and enjoy the peace that surrounded the place, its green grass and view of the estuary. The weather had held so far, but we were given a lovely display of Irish weather before leaving - a 3 minute shower, followed by beautiful blue skies and bird songs. As one older gentleman said to be as I was walking back to the car: "It's lovely weather we're having, so it is." That sums up country Ireland! I love it!

Donegal Castle.

My Goodness, it's time for a Guinness!
A traditional Belfast pub - Kelly' Cellar.
The Sunflower - now a trendy inner-city drinking hole.
So it was time for the last leg of the journey - back to Belfast for 2 days before getting the plane back to Barcelona from Dublin. With a population of over 330,000 people, Belfast is a very decent sized place and a city everyone knows because of the Titanic. Before that (in)famous ship, Belfast was known in the early 1800s as "Linenopolous," being the biggest producer of linen and a leader in the Industrial Revolution. Continuing on this line, it also became a huge tobacco and rope producers, branching out into ship building. The city did have its fair share of problems in the 70s and 80s with The Troubles, a time of nationalistic and political conflict here, and was considered the most dangerous city in the World! Times have changed and it is now one of the safest - but it's dark past isn't a thing of the past really and reminders are everywhere if you open your eyes a little. We met up with Paddy again for a pint at a pub in town. He'd taken us to 2 previous hang outs of his - cool pubs with cool stories. The first pub is called Kelly's Cellars and it dates back from 1720 - step inside the low door and you'll find yourself in the heart of the real Belfast! It' dark, crowded and cluttered with farming implements and other oddities, but the people are friendly, the beer is good and the prices decent - what more could you want! Sometimes there is live music and it's particularly packed on a Friday and Saturday night. Just down the road and around the corner is Madden's Bar, a cool little pub which stands alone as it's the only building on the block standing. Inside is again small (a running theme with Belfast pubs!) but not dark - there are wooden tables and chairs to sit at and a bar that offers loads of beers. If you come in at the right time and on the rights day, a few local musicians will be playing their violins for anyone who wants to hear. The third pub Paddy took us to, as a kind of farewell to Belfast before we left, was The Sunflower. At first sight, this pub looks a little scary - there is graffiti on the walls everywhere here and it looks like a seedy part of town (and I think it was, but not anymore), but the pub itself has a large, sturdy, green grill around the entrance. Paddy explained that this was to keep people out - if the publican didn't know you, you didn't get in. This was due to the problems facing people at the time, people worried about IRA bombs and police retribution. The gate is open nowadays and when you get in its again, a lovely Irish pub that makes you want to stay all night. We drank out the back in the beer garden, which was quite fashionable and has its fair share of hipsters too. How times have changed! Thanks again Paddy for the stories of the inspirational work you're doing here and in South Africa, as well as some local history to digest while sipping on some dark beer.

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Belfast mural.
Bobby Sands, IRA member and Parliamentarian.
When people think of Belfast, they think of the Titanic. The other thing they think of are the murals and the trouble with the IRA. Both of these things are true - the Titanic was built and launched here, and the IRA had a very big history in the city and there was a lot of violence between the Catholic and Protestant population, factions and the police, fuelled by politics and fear. We did see many of the murals and saw both sides, but what most people don't realise is that there is a 'Peace Wall,' that divides sections of the city. In fact, there isn't just 1 wall - there are several of various sizes, built to separate Republican and Nationalist Catholic neighbourhoods from predominantly Loyalist and Unionist Protestant neighbourhoods. The peace lines range in length from a few hundred yards to over 5 km, are built from iron, brick, and/or steel and are up to 7.6 m high. One of the most impressive, if you could call such a horrible device that, is the one along Cupar Way. After walking through both streets of murals, Shankhill Road and Sandy Row, I was a little shaken up reading all the propaganda against the other parties, blaming each other for deaths and pain and loss, even saying things like "were responsible for the death of innocent Catholics," where they are no longer just people like everyone else, but only part of a religion. I was following a map of these murals and found on the map something marked as the 'Peace Wall,' and so headed there with no idea what we'd find. We turned off and went through an industrial area and then these huge, steel gates. I stopped and tried to wonder why these gates were here - it seemed unnecessary to keep people or trucks out of the area. I walked through the gates and was confronted by a tall, concrete and steel wall and loomed over the street and ran as far as the eye could see. For those entire walk along Cupar Way, I didn't speak. I walked, took some photos, looked at the writing and murals on the wall and still couldn't believe what I was seeing. It wasn't a wall that I was looking at, instead an ugly, separatist device used to keep people apart from other people, too keep hate boiling in the blood, to divide people who are really very, very similar to each other. Messages of people are written all over, by people who have visited the wall, famous people have also been quoted, photos are on the wall and other memorials have been built. People talk about Trump building a wall to keep Mexicans out and laugh - but sadly there is already a wall there. Everyone knows the most famous wall in Berlin, but there is also the huge West Bank Wall in Israel to 'protect against terrorism.' The sad truth is, these horrible attempts at 'peace keeping' are an atrocity and should all be torn down and people given the freedom to move where and when they like and be together. 
The 'Peace' Wall in Belfast.

The gates that close at night.

A Belfast police van, AKA "The Crimestopper."
Walking 'The Wall.'
Making this walk really woke me up a little to the troubles in Belfast and Northern Ireland. I thought the problems were all over when the IRA officially de-armed and were no longer putting bombs in bins and blowing things up. Sadly, the problems continue and the populace is still living separate and in fear of marches, uprisings and retribution. Another thing is certain political or religious parties deliberately set other groups off by marching down streets to stir up trouble. There is nothing wrong with marching and having pride in something, but the sole purpose of these marches is to cause problems and then blame the violence and problems on the other party. Although the murals should be left up in my opinion, so that nobody forgets what's happened, the walls an gates on the other hand, there are no excuses for. The gates at the other end of this street were even more in your face that the first ones we'd found. The are left open during the day, sometimes with police standing guard, but are closed at night - something I found very surreal. These gates had been painted with messages of peace which I found very moving - "there was never a good war or bad peace," and "the best way to destroy and enemy is to make them your friend." These were painted on the huge iron gates, a little hard to read as they were designed to be seen when they are shut. There were other messages, written by hand in marker, but the one that really got to me was one that said "let it always be open." I still cannot believe this is happening, and in a country that is part of Europe and the UN, considers itself a free Democracy and freely passes judgement to the rest of the World. Shame, shame, shame. There is hope though - in January 2012, the International Fund for Ireland launched a Peace Walls funding programme to support local communities who want to work towards beginning to remove the peace walls. In May 2013, the Northern Ireland Executive committed to the removal of all peace lines by mutual consent by 2023. Finger's crossed.

Divided in Belfast.
Break down the wall and open the gates to kindess.
The Titanic museum - almost like a ship's prow.
I'm king of the World!
The last thing we needed to visit in Belfast before heading home was the Titanic Quarter, where the legendary ship was built and launched. It was laid down in Belfast back in 1911 and along with her sister ships, the RMS Olympic and the RMS Britannic, were some of the biggest ships every built to date. At the time, there was a huge competition between passenger ship companies, mainly Titanic's owner White Star and its rival Cunard (owner of the Lusitania and Mauritania). A huge ship, measuring in at 269m long and 28m wide, weighing a massive 52,000 tonnes - it must have been a real sight to see as she tipped down into the dockyard and floated for the first time. Imagine travel before planes - a grand adventure across the seas, not trapped in a seat with your knees crushed by the person in front of you, being able to stand up and walk the deck as your ship tries to break the speed limit! Everyone knows the story of the Titanic so I won't go into that, and you can get all the information at the museum here. We decided not to go in, due to the steep price and a slight time limit too, but I can be something for next time - the gift shop is worth a visit though, it's full of everything Titanic and then some, and the sheer size of the store is, well, titanic! We walked around he dockyard in the freezing April weather and called it quits when the rain added to the misery. It was back South for us and the end of a great holiday. Before we got the plane though, I thought it would be nice to return to the first place in Ireland that I visited here in 2005 (apart from Dublin). Just south of the city is a place called Bray in County Wiklow, a coastal town with a typical strip of bars, hotels and tourist attractions opposite the beach. I say beach, but what I really mean is lots of stones stacked up in place of sand. Although it's not the nicest place in the World, impossible to park, full of people and the weather was bad enough that I didn't want to get out of the car, it brought me back to when I first landed (off the ferry) and met people here, lived stories and adventures, all when I was 24 and backpacking around the UK. The smaller town down the road is called Greystones and we stopped in there for our last pint of the black stuff and serving of fish and chips before catching our flight. Sadly the town had been redeveloped and now sported a big marina and a new housing estate right on the shoreline. This fish and chips, although still great, unfortunately wasn't wrapped in newspaper this time around. Even though things change, sometimes for the worse, I was still nice coming back here after so long and imagining it then and how I was then. There's nothing wrong with thinking about the past and a little nostalgia, but just don't get stuck there!

The Titanic of Belfast.

Monday, 16 July 2018

Easter Ireland - Part 3 - The North

The North Coast of Ireland.
Good morning from Northern Ireland!
The stone bridge in Carnlough.
So I'd crossed over into Northern Ireland, technically a different country even though it's on the same little green island, with the same language and people. Nothing flashy, no big sign saying welcome (I'm guessing people from the South wouldn't want it either), but the road signs and speed limited had changed and so had the money. Leaving Belfast in the morning after our breakfast at the hostel, we set the GPS to the Giant's Causeway up on the north coast. The weather was lovely, blue skies with only a few clouds, if a little chilly, and by mid-morning our tummies started rumbling and we figured it was time for a coffee and snack somewhere quiet on the coast. I've never been up here before, so I didn't know of a place, but anywhere here is beautiful really. Cruising along the coastal road we passed places like Ballygally - small coastal towns with white-washed buildings, inviting little beaches and sheep doting the green hills in the distance. I'm sure that after a while all of this would grow old and the towns start to look all the same, but I love them and their charm. I stopped to see if the local post office would change some Euros and was given directions (very politely) to the next town. I love small town shops - the supermarket that is also the post office, video store and meeting point for the locals. Stopping for a few photos along the way, holding onto my hat in the strong winds, and found the town that would change my money - a lovely town called Carnlough. With a picturesque stone harbour build out onto the bay of the same name, it really is a picture postcard of this part of the country. The harbour, the main feature of this little place, was built by quarry owners to transport their goods down from the hills by train. The small railway actually crosses the road on a bridge and goes directly to the port - all of this still remains today. You can take a 2km walk to see the quarry as well, following the railway lines, but breakfast was more important at this time.
The cute coastal towns of Northern Ireland.
Carnlough habour.
This hills behind Carnlough.
Rugged coastline, wind-swept beaches and sheep.
While in the supermarket, getting breakfast and money changed, we enjoyed walking around and looking at all the things you can't get in Spain. I love the food in Spain, don't get me wrong, but I love change and new things too - that and there are only some things you can get in the UK to be fair. The variety of teas is one thing, along with biscuits and chips, gravy and sauces - the list goes on! Breakfast turned out to be coffee and tea, accompanied by some sausage rolls and pastries. The little rolls were great - how I miss this food sometimes! Although the railway for the quarry still exists, the town is now mainly a fishing town, and you can do both fresh water and sea angle fishing as well as taking a pleasure craft into the bay. After the snack and walk around, more tourists were coming in and started to fill up the place. The harbour is very pretty and there were Instagram poses everywhere and selfies sticks aplenty! Although small, I felt I could stay here even longer that we had already, and the thought even popped into my mind that I could live in a village like this on the coast. It was time to hit the road though, as we had a little more driving before we reached our day's destination - the Giant's Causeway. Following the little winding country roads, the roads that romantacise and really sum up the countryside in Ireland, we drove along the Causeway Coast, past Ballycastle, Ballyintoy and the Carrick-a-Rede Rope Bridge. I was told about this tourist attraction, which is close to the Giant's Causeway, but was also told that it is expensive and just a rope bridge in the end. The bridge links the mainland to the tiny island of Carrickarede, spanning 20 metres and is 30 metres above the rocks below. We decided that for £8 we could have a couple of pints of Guinness instead - although many people do do this short walk (just under 500,000 a year!) which, to be honest, would be cool but in my opinion not worth it. My mid-afternoon we'd finally arrived at the Giant's Causeway, something I would be happy to pay the National Trust - to preserve history.
The village of Portballintrae on the causeway coast.
The rugged Causeway Coast of Northern Ireland.
The 6-sided pillars.
The causeway and Finn's 'Chimney.'
Before I go into what the Giant's Causeway actually is, I want to tell you the story of Finn MacCool and the mythology surrounding the area. The story goes that the Irish giant Fionn mac Cumhaill (in Old Gaelic) was challenged to a fight by a Scottish giant all the way across the sea. Finn accepts the challenge from Benandonner and starts building his bridge (The Causeway), but as he gets closer he realises that this other giant is far bigger than himself. Finn races home and tells his wife, Oonagh, who calmly gives him some advice on how to fix this problem. "Dress up as a baby and go and pretend to be alseep in the other room." Finn doesn't think the advice very good, but as he was so scared of this huge giant making his way over, does as he's told. Benandonner reaches Finn's house, comes in to find and kill him, but only finds a baby giant sound asleep. The Scot looks at the baby and thinks to himself, "If this is just a baby, then the parents must be huge!" He quickly runs back over the bridge to Scotland, taking it apart so nobody can follow him. Across the sea, there are identical basalt columns (a part of the same ancient lava flow) at Fingal's Cave on the Scottish isle of Staffa. So although the story is a lovely tale of two fighting giants, the real story is the causeway was formed 50 to 60 million years ago by volcanic activity. The lava erupted in a volcanic fissure eruption and as the lava cooled it contracted, cracking like mud, and leaving 6-sided, interlocking columns. Parking in the area provided, we did a guided tour which was informative and fun and took us from the visitor centre all the way to the causeway itself. On the day there were loads of people - filling nearly every space, snapping away for their Instagram. The site has changed a little since it was found in 1693 - The Causeway first received international attention when Dublin artist Susanna Drury made watercolour paintings of it (which can be seen in the visitor's centre) in 1739. The National Trust took over the site in the 60s, but before then there was a guy who had set up shop and was carving out pieces to sell to the public. The  first visitor centre was built 1986 but burned down in 2000, and the current one was finished in 2011
People walking the Causeway.

Incredible that nature has made something 'stright.'
Bird's eye view.
The Giant's Organ.
I enjoyed the walk and the information around the shoreline. I climbed up on the rocks like everyone else, took pictures of the columns and the sea as well as the columns and my feet - they are strangely symmetrical and slightly sunken in the middle, but all with 6 sides and the same basalt stone. The area is huge - 70  hectares in total - and we decided to walk a little further past the causeway itself. Just past the main attraction, you can find the 'shoe,' a large rock that is Finn's giant shoe. Personally I didn't see the shape that clearly at first, but moving around it kind of does look like a big slipper or sorts. The 'chimney stacks' are way up in the hill and the legend goes that if there is smoke coming from these rocks (clouds or mist in reality), then Finn is home. We chose not to go up that far but we saw the 'Giant's Organ,' towering basalt columns that reach from the group right up over your head and back into the rock again, more than 20m high. From there we continued along the path, heading up and out of the bay but getting a wonderful bird's eye view of the coast. After all this walking around, it was time for a pint of Guinness, so we headed up to the Causeway Hotel. This grand hotel was built in 1836 and has a long history of changing hands, due to debt, but it has always been a part of the Giant's Causeway and the tourist industry here. At one time there was another hotel, running in competition, and each would send their guides out to talk to the tourists, telling them about the local history and the Causeway itself, but after the tour they would always recommend the 'best hotel,' being their own of course, and lead them back to the warmth and promise of a hot meal and drink after walking in the coastal wind and rain. We hit the road again, heading West past Dunluce Castle, which we decided not to stop and go in, just take a few pics from the outside. We did stop for a quick bite at a little bakery, satisfying the need for sausage rolls, before jumping back in the car, driving through Bushmills and onto our next destination.
Sadly not everyone respects heritage sites.
Dunluce Castle.
The weather, so far in this trip, had been amazing! Blue skies for the most part, sunshine here and there, and even when it was cloudy, it didn't rain (for long) and soon passed.  I couldn't have asked for better weather - Ireland is known for it's rain and wet weather, and being April, you shouldn't expect very good weather at all. Keep praying to the Travel Gods that everything stays in your favour and keep going and staying positive too! The planned stop for the night was in a city called Londonderry. I must add that this city has two names, depending on where you stand with the whole NI Republic issue - I don't want to get mixed up in all of this, but I will call it by the Irish name of Derry. Driving into town we stopped at the first B&B we saw to ask about rooms - 1 night in a private room is golden compared to backpacker hostels and bunk beds. Sadly she was full, but being very Irish and polite, recommended and gave us directions to another one just down the road. We found the place, the Iona Hotel, and was immediately happy with the find - they had a pub downstairs (or the hotel was above the pub, not sure which came first!), a roaring fire and a welcoming pint of Guinness at hand. It was getting dark already, so we only headed out for a short walk around to get our bearings for tomorrow, as well as grabbing some pizza for dinner. Tomorrow, the exploration of Derry commences - and I was excited because we arrived just before sunset and it was like the city was teasing a little, knowing I didn't have time to walk around but just giving me a glimpse of what I'd see tomorrow. Let's hope the good weather holds!
The beautiful Causeway Coast.

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