Today we had the pleasure of adventuring our way around the Antrim Coast with our esteemed guide and minibus driver Barry aka - "The Godafather", as well as "Uncle" Harry. We much enjoyed the venture as banter shot back and forth between the team and Barry and Harry. He continued to call Jenessa- Guinevere and Travis- Trav, and took to making comments about "women drivers" to get me lashing back at him as well.
With Harry in the car it wasn't long before it seemed time to seek out a much needed fueling at the Golden Arches. Harry's hope was diminished quickly as we found no such refuge in the town where we planned to stop. A different eatery would have to suffice, we were soon be on our way again.
Our first true stop was a picturesque view of the Carrick-a-Reide bridge. A rope footbridge joining the headland to a close island. Wepretty much sped across the bridge with most of us attempting to shake bounce or sway the thing en route. Jenessa however inched across almost as slowly as she descended the stone steps on the hike to this location. Oh Jenessa. This only prompted more shaking of the bridge while she was on it when crossing back over. But how else would you expect a true family to act:)
We continued on to the Giants Causeway. With Barry stringing us along with his many made of tails of the land and country we could at least sort out the legend at this place as he attempted to persuade us that men had chipped away at the rock here by hand. It honestly would seem so in some ways by the orderliness of the pillars of stone and their repeated hexagonal shape. This place was truly a mysterious masterpiece, I suppose God just showing off in the way this certain type of rock cracks when under such pressure. Pictures hardly do it justice.
Our final stop was at the famed "Silver Sands" eatery. Harry insisted, Barry protested and we were soon seated in this fine establishment. A gem that we would perhaps call a "greasy spoon" at home. Our plates came to us heaped with the largest portions of deep fried goodness that I have ever seen- from fish and chips, to chicken nuggets and chips to Chicken Maryland (an Irish classic consisting of deep fried pineapple, deep fried banana, deep fried chicken and deep fried chips - oh but an honourable mention to the lettuce and tomato garnish attemping to asauge the greasened spirit but ultimately getting left on the plate- admitting defeat). Needless to say the Irish have us beat when it comes to the deep fried menu. With our bellies full we re-entered the minibus with "The Godfather" at the helm and made our way to our various homes. A good day of rest before the action resumes.
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