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The day begins at...1AM ! A man is snoring VERY loud in the middle of the ten tents. Despite i have ear plugs and am more than 10 meters far from him, he wakes me up, ant it seems I'm not the same. I hear people groan in all tents. The night ends at 7 AM, I am this time awoken by the son of the snoring man, which is running and shouting everywhere. And I paid 20 E for that....I have a theory about campsites prices and classification : the less expensive it is, the more calm it is because it is full of hikers and not of fans of barbecue - TV -drinking. And, just when I begin to uninstall my tent, it begins to rain. I hurry up to go to harbour, but it is already too late, my gloves and boots are totally wet, and there is no shelter to try to keep dry. The day may be long, especially because the crossing has been delayed because of storms.
But, miracle, during the sailing, sun appears just in the same time as the Irish coasts. I board off and go directly to Antrim coast :
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First impressions of Northern Ireland : in Scotland, I have not seen a single union jack. Here, we cross some cities where half the houses have one...maybe to disturb the other half.
Whatever, coast is amazing, with some cliffs.
Some ruined castles...
Or almost still OK (Dunluce castle).
It is now time to change country, and visit the 18 th one onboard my bike : welcome to Ireland. I suppose that due to the history beetween the two countries, there is still a border office, especially because UK has not totally cancelled border controls. I was wrong, ther is even no road sign ! Just a change of style in road markings, and, the indication of distances in kilometers...ah, it will be easier. After a few distance in the plain, I go towards Glenveagh national park, and discover here the real Ireland : wild
And...rainy ! The beginning of afternoon nice weather did not last long. I have to face a short shower, and...Some difficulties to find my way. This remote area is a 'Gaeltacht', which means that the original Irish language, Gaelic, is mainly used there. But they wrote number of cities on roadsigns only in Gaelic, and on my map they are in English...
Finally, I stop in Dunglow.
