derry, northern ireland
when i arrived, it was raining. i took a cab to the b&b, which is lovely, and settled in. wandered the town, dropped off laundry at a place where they do it for you for £7, got lunch, wandered wandered wandered. surprisingly things are rather dead up here until july. the tourist information desk told me that they don't offer coach tours of the coast and giant's causeway until next month. i tried to call for a walking tour today but couldn't reach the guy; when i showed up at 10 this morning he told me the tour was already booked and to come back at noon. so i have some time to kill.
my head is in a little better space. i'm not freaking out as much as before. i'm trying to remind myself that yes, i'm tired and tired of traveling but i am in ireland, after all, and that's pretty cool compared to trying to find a job back home.
my thoughts on the irish so far: mixed bag. while some have been so frickin helpful in giving me directions or whatever, many have been cranky pants-- although the cranky ones have been selling bus tickets or driving buses or other relatively mundane jobs. maybe i'd be cranky too.
the bus ride up from belfast yesterday was stunning, rain and all. two old women got on the bus and it took me about 15 minutes to figure out that their clucking was actually the word "aye." one of them said "aye" about every five seconds to her friend as a way of agreeing or showing support. sort of like our "uh huh" or "oh" or "yeah." but it sounded more like a tick and like "ah-I." strange. it's difficult for me to understand people up here when we talk-- which is disheartening because most people are trying to engage me in small talk like, "onholidayareye?" and "mayeeitsbadweetherwerehafinuh?" and i'm like, sorry? excuse me? and trying not to sound all snobby. i'm looking forward to getting down to the republic of ireland. on verra, as we say in french. we'll see.