Just a wee post for ya

I'm getting a bit caught up in the swings of life, so you all get to enjoy a shorter blog from me today.

Two international students organized a trip to Giant's Causeway through a tour bus group. They managed to get us a great group rate of 15 pounds for the whole trip, which included several stops. What were the stops you say? I'm glad you're such a wonderful audience.

The Northern Irish countryside is exactly as pretty as they say it is.

And there certainly is plenty of it. It's a familiar beauty that is different in a good way. It isn't better than any other nature I've seen, and it isn't worse. Like a pretty girl who is trying a new look.

The 10th most dangerous bridge in world, Carrick-a-Rede Rope Bridge

Which, as we all know from Cracked.com, is among some pretty steep competition. (As opposed to shaky. I hate it when reality doesn't comply with great opportunities for puns)

I didn't pay the 4 pounds to cross it and I don't regret it. It definitely wasn't at all dangerous and seemed rather dull. Justin is the man you see in the picture. He's from the states and really enjoys travel and climbing, so you may see more of him on this blog.

We then went to the Bushmills whiskey distillery for lunch. I had some shepherd's pie and a glass of 12 year old whiskey. I wouldn't know what good whiskey is, but this blend is only available at the factory and was only 50p more than the 10 year. I figured I might as well. "Go big or go home," as Justin said. It seemed good. Joel may convince me to have one with him on the balcony of our hyper-successful business conglomerate overlooking the man-made lakes of Jupiter. The factory smelled pretty good and I wish we would have had time for the tour.

The driver then stopped by the ruins of an old castle, part of which had 'spontaneously' fallen into the sea, as the story goes. I'm making you go to facebook for pictures, as I don't like HTML.

There we were, at Giant's Causeway. Justin and I mostly looked about for places to climb, finding a lot of cool views along the way. The rocks weren't that special, but it was fun to see. We climbed a little, too. My favorite part of the Causeway was imagining climbing it, but apparently that is not allowed. We ran around a bit more, then got back to the bus 20 minutes late. It was ok, though, since the French folk were 10 minutes later than us, as I had predicted by us passing them on the way back.

This is of course, not as short as I had intended, and not all I have to say. I have done so many fun things already, some of them were even homework.

Until next time, don't forget to tip your busdriver more than you tip your wait staff!