We were a little scared about our flight to Dublin. First, the airport we had to get to was 80km outside of Paris. We found the RyanAir transport bus fairly easily, paid our 26 euros, and we were off. The other thing was that we have heard RyanAir is very strict about the baggage. If you are over your carry on weight – they will charge you an exorbitant amount per kilogram. Fortunately, this wasn’t an issue. They did not weigh our bags at all. In fact, they barely looked at them after all our obsessive weighing and planning.
The flight itself was uneventful – the best kind of flight. Although, Steve does have a bad cold and he thought his head might explode during the landing due to the high pressure. RyanAir was a very good bargain at $70.00 for both of us to get to Ireland (plus their colors are blue and gold). *Kelly’s Note: Notre Dame football colors for all those not in Steve’s family. ;)
Now the fun really began. Kelly got a crash course on driving on the right side. She actually did fairly well. No accidents to report yet. She managed to get us to Belfast in 2 hours. We did have some trouble figuring out that the left lane is the slow lane on highways. Kelly kept forgetting that one at first, but after a few minutes on the highway she was fine. The hardest thing is actually staying in the middle of the lane; with the driver’s side on the right, you want to keep drifting over to the left. That is bad when you’re in a rental car with lots of tight streets.
The driving in the city itself wasn’t too bad either. Somehow, we made it to our hostel without getting lost. The hostel itself - Arnie's Backpacker's - has a nice homey feeling to it. We were given tea and cookies upon arrival. We sat and ate our cookies with our new friends - two friendly Jack Russell terriers - in front of a nice coal fire (it is cold here). Today, we are off to see the oldest part of the city, the murals, and possibly a Black Taxi Tour. Hopefully are pictures will be up soon.
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