We got up today, checked out, and jumped on the bus to make our way up around the Northern Ireland coastline. We stopped by the side of the road for a quick (and freezing) photo of Dunluce castle, which is the remains of a castle that was built on the edge of a cliff. Apparently half of the castle had collapsed into the sea while people were still living there, and the host was more worried about the dinner that had fallen down than the servants who were cooking it!! From there we made our way to Giants Causeway. We got a shuttle bus down from the information centre to the causeway. It was only a 15 minute walk down, but it was way too cold for that! We got out and wandered around the rock formations that Finn McCool, the giant, had built so he could get to Scotland and fight his enemy giant!! But really, they're all formed naturally, which is crazy, cos they're all so perfectly round! It looks amazing! The wind was so cold though, and strong! When we climbed up the top I thought it would blow me right off the edge! I couldn't feel my hands after a short while, which made it hard to take photos!! But it was amazing. There's a certain kind of thrill that comes with being in the wind and the rain and the sea that's hard to describe. A certain kind of beauty. When we had finished looking around, we got the shuttle bus back up the top and went into a little place called Nooks, which had a fireplace, and hot drinks! Slowly, I got the feeling back in my hands!! After we got back on the bus, we stopped in a small town called Ballintoy, where we stopped at the Fullarton Arms for lunch (which wasn't that great...), and Darren and I were chatting to the lady at the bar, about Darren's family from Ballycastle, which is just down the road. Our next stop was the Carrick-a-rede rope bridge, which is a 20metre rope bridge, that spans across two cliff faces, 30 metres high from the sea and the rocks. We walked the 10 minute path down to the bridge, still in the crazy cold and wind. We went across the bridge one at a time. Darren went as quick as he could without looking down, and I stopped in the middle to take a photo below my feet! It was pretty cool, and the wind blew the bridge around a little too! We had a little look around the small island that the bridge connected to, but it was too cold to stay for long, so we quickly headed back across the bridge, and walked back up the path to the bus, to make our way down to Belfast. When we got to Belfast, we dropped off some people at the Titanic Museum. We didn't go in, because the entry price wasn't included, and we'd heard it wasn't very good anyway. So the rest of us drove around the town a little bit and went to the hostel. We got there and checked in, then went to use their machines to do some washing. We set the washing off, then went to chill out for a while. When the first load was done, we put a second lot on, and put the first lot in the dryer. By that time, the rest of the guys were back and we all headed out for dinner together, as it was our last day of the tour. We had dinner at a restaurant called Ryan's which was pretty tasty, and had good deals. Darren got us some drinks from the bar, and got given a shot by some locals, who we think we're trying to suss out where he was from, so bought it for him as an excuse to talk to him! After dinner we went to the bottle shop to grab some drinks, then headed back to the hostel, where everyone hung out in the common room and had a few drinks. Masafumi was very funny. He is an older man from Japan who joined us for the last part of the tour, and he doesn't speak much English at all. He gave Darren some money for drinks, and pretty much had one of everything! Before he'd finish his drink, he'd be saying "beer, beer", or "whiskey", or "now wine" or something like that. We thought it was pretty funny! After a while drinking there (when everyone was out of booze), we walked down to the main street of Belfast to a pub called Robinsons, where they had some traditional music out the back. It was a Saturday night, and the place was absolutely packed! We hung around there for a few hours, watching the music, drinking and chatting to some locals. Towards the end of the night I was talking to Masafumi, each of us trying to understand each other! We showed each other where we were from, using google maps, and he was telling me how he had been in Ireland 10 years ago, when his son was in the Special Olympics. After that we decided to head back. Lyle stayed on for a bit, so Meredith had someone to walk back with (We didn't see him again til 8.30 the next morning!), and Darren and I walked back with Masafumi, who kept stopping every 5 minutes to show us one photo or another. On the way back we passed HEAPS of heavily armed policemen, who were all around the streets. Apparently there had been a bit of a protest or a fight or something going down around the area, and there were extra police in the area tightening security, because Obama was visiting the next day for the G8 summit. We eventually made our way back to the hostel, via a "shortcut", and went to bed.