April 29 Belfast to Dublin

Well I didn't write yesterday or the day before. Not much is going on, Bryce and I started working at Vagabonds, and thus had to move into the staff quarters while Cam stayed in the dorms. The staff rooms are at the very top, about 5 flights of stairs into the attic. The ceiling in our room is incredibly low, I don't know how Ty our fellow employee and roommate has spent three years living here. Bryce and I are also a little hesitant to sleep in the beds after the stories we've been about our fellow employees conquests. The work is easy though, Saturday I vacuumed and Sunday I changed sheets on beds. Free room and board for only an hour or two of work in the morning is a good trade.

We met some people from Vancouver and a trio of friends from Glasgow. Vagabonds is the best hostel for meeting people so far. We started playing sociables as a precursor to the night out, I guess sociables is universally known, the Scots called it ring of death, while our old Aussie roommates Kat and Steph referred to it as kings something? I don't entirely remember. It quickly turned into an awesome game, everyone had their own rules and meanings for each card so I wrote down a bunch. The best part was when the younger girl from Vancouver, after pulling out a number 4 card, proclaimed no one was allowed to speak in their native accent. This became a horrendous mix of culturally insensitive drunk ramblings from a group of 20 something's from all over the western world. Ty arrived home from his shift at the restaurant he works at, and after hearing our brutal accents began to catch up with vodka and coke.

We went back to Laverys but this time to the upper levels. The main floor is a typical sports bar, and during the day the upper levels are a giant pool hall. At night they stash the billiards tables (God knows where) and it turns into a night club. It was filled with beautiful girls and the liquor wasn't too expensive, but I already had 11 beers back at the hostel so I was ok. I left the club early after Bryce and I were separated, he came back to the hostel much later while I was passed out in the attic.

Sunday morning after doing our share of the work everyone went out for Irish Fry, which is traditional Irish breakfast. Consisting of bacon, eggs, sausage, fried tomato, mushrooms, potato and soda bread, and black pudding. Black pudding is blood with spices pressed into a circle. It looks like a small hockey puck, Bryce didn't care for his and Chandra one of the Aussies refused to try it. I loved it. It didn't taste like blood at all, it's not like you stab it and it comes pouring out. It just tasted like sausage to me. We traded stories about the previous night and talked about our future travels. We went back to the hostel, grabbed our shit and said goodbye. It was an awesome experience and Vagabonds has been the best hostel we've stayed at yet. We thought we'd only stay for three days, but after doing 3 pub crawls in a row and drinking for another 2 more nights we extended our stay.

The bus to Dublin was pretty uneventful, rainy and shit. Dublin is much busier than Belfast and seemingly more modern. I'll write more about it tomorrow. Right now my stomach is filled with Apple Pie, Lamb Stew and Guinness and I need to sleep.
Here's some drunken photos.

April 26

Pub crawl again.

Belfast will be the death of me, this is the third day in a row of drinking here in Northern Ireland. Unlike the pub crawls we had in Edinburgh, where the staff were just guides, here at Vagabonds Hostel in Belfast the staff drink with you. This doesn't help, especially with that pound coin drinking game. It was a fairly uneventful night, at Filthy McNasty I met a brother and sister from Switzerland. We got on the topic of hockey, I guess the brother plays in the Swiss Elite League and was offered a contract to play in Moose Jaw. He said he didn't want to leave home and be stuck in Moose Jaw. I told him he wasn't missing much. Our hosts got incredibly wasted, I thought we might have to carry some of them home.

The Kiwi who works at our hostel offered Bryce and I jobs, so we're staying an extra few days to work. In exchange for a few free nights and free pool we just have to clean some showers. That was something I was hoping to do on this trip, everyone here is really cool so I'm excited to work.

We convinced the Australian girls in our room we're expert cooks, so we have to make them stir fry tonight and have a big family dinner.

April 25 Giants Causeway

We had to get up at 745 to catch the bus in order to do our day trip to the Giants Causeway. Bryce decided to stay home last minute and try to contact some distant relative he has living outside of Belfast. Our hostel hosts informed us to sit on the right hand side of the bus as we'd be driving up the coast. We made it to the pick up point Cam and I, Alex from New Jersey tagged along with us. He figured he had enough time to grab a "cohffee" (his Jersey accent comes out every once in awhile) I told him to be quick. He ended up being the last one on the bus hopping on while cursing the slow wait staff. I guess he went to get French toast and it was served covered in what he described as BBQ sauce.

Our driver was pretty funny, he had the typical lame tour guide jokes but also a few diamonds in the rough. Out first stop was a castle just north of the city right on the sea. It was cool enough, but I'm still waiting to see a proper castle with a moat and draw bridge. Cam and I being the geniuses that we are forgot our cameras, so no photos of this leg of the trip.

Next stop was the rope bridge at Carrick-a-Rede, it's a bridge that's 85 meters high I didn't cross it due to my fear of heights and the wind was extremely strong. Cam said the view was cool on the other side, but I don't think I missed much. The road along the coast was pretty cool, I guess it's used for motorcycle races in the summer. We passed a lot of small villages on the way each with its own bit of history. I guess Winston Churchill owned a hotel in one of them. Next stop was the Bushmills distillery its the oldest legal distillery in the UK, the smell was intense. The whole distillery stunk of yeast and whiskey, I didn't try any. I don't have any idea when it's comes to whiskey. I didn't want to slam a glass back in front of the employees only to bitch about it burning down my throat.

Last stop was the Giants Causeway, the driver had been hyping up it the whole time. It's been voted third best natural attraction in the world (third only to the Grand Canyon and Niagara Falls) and it's the number one attraction in the UK. I was pretty disappointed when we arrived, the causeway is a group of rocks that are all hexagonal in shape, and this was done naturally by volcanos over millions of years. But that's it it's just some rocks that all interlock, there isn't even a lot of them. I was disappointed. We took the bus back into Belfast, I liked the Loch Ness tour better, but it was cheap and great to see the Irish country side. Another pub crawl tonight, and there's two cute Aussie girls in our room for the next few days.

Pub crawl and the morning after April 23/24

Pub crawl again tonight. This is the smallest hostel we've stayed in so far, there's only 52 beds and I doubt half are occupied. So our pub crawl including staff members only had about 20 people, having a small group was awesome though. We got to meet everyone personally and made some new friends. Unfortunately other than one gorgeous Australian girl who works at the hostel and two girls from NYC it was all guys at the beginning. We sat in the back yard and played pool and drank beer, Bryce and I decided to shotgun some tall cans of Carlsberg. Only the Americans and the kiwi staff member knew what that meant. With everyone gathered around us and cameras at the ready I was worried I wouldn't be able to finish my beer. I manned up and drained the tall can. We met a young guy who was busking around Europe, he's from New Mexico. After talking for a bit I asked if he liked the band Andrew Jackson Jihad, he had an incredible story of his first band playing a show with them and later tripping on mushrooms at AJJ's apartment.

We then headed out to the first bar, the staff informed us a hostel drinking game. Our Irish guide pulled out a pound coin and said if it was dropped in your drink you had to chug it, the pound coin was then yours to drop into another victims drink. The first bar was a normal pub, we got our free shots and began drinking. The first coin victim was one of our Aussie bunk mates, he's been traveling solo for 5 months he went to Spain, Jamaica, LA, NYC, and many others. Our next pub was called Filthy McNastys again sharing a name with a Edmonton bar back home. Belfast's version is much better, it had an enormous beer garden out back. Our American friend from New Jersey hadn't been drinking much and I remembered he said he has epilepsy and can't drink much. He said he preferred weed but this being his first day in a foreign country he had no connections. I suggested asking the staff. A phone call later he had his herb in hand. Next we landed at a traditional Irish pub, I had yet to have the dreaded coin plunged into my beer. The kiwi in our group decided to get a group photo and as he put his arm around me and the photo was taken. Splash into my pint. I was already drink at this point and knew that I'd puke if I chugged this beer but I had to do it. Down went the pint, I tried to go slowly to hold off my stomach. But the whole time my brain was screaming "YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING PUKE!" over and over in my head. As soon as I finished before anyone could pat me on the back I pushed through the crowd. There I was on the busiest street in Belfast trying to get around the corner to an alley, dumpster, anything. But my stomach said fuck it, and I vomited all over the sidewalk. It came up cold and it was purely beer. I felt fine afterwards and even ordered another pint. The rest of the night was uneventful, we tried to get a group of girls in formal gowns to join our crawl. They did for awhile but after walking a few blocks in heels they bailed. We made it home with pizza and beer and passed out.

April 23 Belfast

We got into Belfast at about 6 last night, we got off the bus and things didn't look promising. I had to remind myself we were at the bus station, this couldn't be the best the city had to offer. We checked into our hostel, it's really nice, small but it has private showers and the staff are awesome. It's called Vagabonds, near the university so there are beautiful girls everywhere. I think Belfast might rival Reykjavik in terms of the girls. We took a stroll last night and just bought some fruit for dinner. They have Tim Hortons coffee at all the corner stores but I haven't seen any actual locations. After watching some movies with the hostel staff we hit the hay.

There's a French guy in our room, he says he only started speaking English 5 months ago. I don't believe him, his accent is still a little heavy but I haven't had any trouble conversing with him. We got up and joined our roomy for breakfast, I was thrilled to see peanut butter on the table. An American from New Jersey just arrived at the hostel and we quickly began talking about or home state/province. The staff recommended the black cab tour and our new French and American friend decided to join us. The more people we got the cheaper it was, I highly recommend this tour to anyone who stops in Belfast. Best tour so far, the four of us squeezed into the back of the black cab and the cabbie joined us. He immediately began to berate us, in friendly fashion of course. He started poking fun at me and Bryce for our size but after finding out we were Canadians, not Americans his tone completely changed. Our American and French passengers weren't so lucky. But they took it all in good fun.

Belfast, for those of you who don't know isn't known for green hills, Guinness, Scotch, castles, or famous landmarks like the rest of the UK or Ireland. It's known for sectarian violence, terrorism and other terrible things. I actually find much of this more interesting, I'd rather look at a wall dividing two warring neighborhoods than some castle a rich douche used to inhabit.

He first took us to a catholic neighborhood, and down the street was a stretch of murals depicting IRA members, men who starved to death during hunger strikes, various marches and folk heroes. Just down the street was a high rise apartment building, and in 1970 the British Army took over the top three floors and manned them as a barracks and watch tower until 2007. The tour was really strange because the murals we saw were incredibly somber but once we began to start driving again humor took over as our driver began to curse and yell about everything from the Brits ruining the Titanic (the Irish built the fucker, then an English bastard drove it into an ice cube! He then told me to shut up because it was a Canadian iceberg) he seemed to try and stay neutral as our guide, but he definitely didn't like the Queen, Margaret Thatcher, or Bono.( what's the difference between Jesus and Bono? Jesus doesn't think he's Bono). We then stopped at the peace wall, it's one of 74 walls in Northern Ireland dividing a catholic neighborhood from a Protestant one. There were houses right behind the wall which was 40 feet high, but the houses had cages over their yards to prevent any grenades from landing in their yard. I guess that hasn't happened in many years, but when the Rangers (a football team in Glasgow loved by Protestants) loses to Celtic FC (catholic supported, Glasgow team) rocks and bottles are occasionally thrown over. On the Protestant side of the wall instead of murals it's covered in graffiti. Every year they have a competition and artists from all over the works tag the wall.

We then headed through a gate in the wall (which is still locked from 9pm to 7am 7 days a week) to the protestant side. We stopped in a park and I immediately noticed one of the murals, they call it "The Belfast Mona Lisa" it's the one below of the Loyalist Soldier on a blue background. Not only is it compared to the Mona Lisa because of its fame, but also because of the style. The Mona Lisa's eyes follow you, and this mural the soldiers gun follows you. Even as we stood directly underneath it you looked as though we were to be executed. Another mural depicted a leader of a loyalist militia, our driver informed us he killed a 26 year old girl working in a shop. She had no ties to the IRA, she was just catholic, however this mural depicted him a hero. One persons freedom fighter is another's terrorist.

Lastly our guide dropped us off at The Crown, a very famous pub here. It was built in the early 1800's by a mixed marriage family (meaning catholic husband protestant wife) it looked like a church inside, I guess it was built with the help of Italian marble carvers. Our guide informed us that the husband although giving into his wife and calling it The Crown placed a crown on the floor in tiles. So you have to step on it as you head in. His little fuck you to royalty. We had pints and bangers n' mash.

We walked around with our American roommate then headed back to the hostel, Bryce and I bought new shoes his are falling apart and mine are a year old and with all this walking make my feet stink horribly. Luckily it wasn't expensive for a nice pair of Nikes. Tonight is our hostels pub crawl I don't see many ladies here right now, hopefully we can meet some local girls instead.

Pub crawl number and Road to Belfast

April 21/22

We've been staying in a ten person dorm here at the Castle Rock Hostel, which has been awesome so far. With a ten person dorm you get a cool rotation of different people rooming with you. We've had two Aussie friends, a Spanish couple, a few American students, some cute girls from Quebec City and a few American girls who've been traveling solo. We started talking to one this morning, I guess she just turned 30 and felt like she had to do something youthful. Her names Patricia she's a paramedic from Tampa Bay. Apparently she's a hockey fan and seemed to actually know her stuff. It was her first day in Edinburgh so she went to see the sights we said we go out with her tonight.

Bryce and I visited the Scottish Parliament building, unlike most political offices in North America this one is incredibly modern and looks amazing on the outside. We headed inside it was a little boring other than the architecture.

We grabbed some beers and pizza for supper and sat with Patricia and invited over two Australian guys. Unlike some other Australians we've met these guys had really thick accents. They joked that they were bushies (rednecks) and decided to join us for another pub crawl. This one was put on by a company in town and unlike the one our hostel does on Thursdays this one costs 8 pounds and happens every night, but you get alot of free drinks.

Pub crawls are the best way to meet people so far on this trip, there were people from Brazil, Germany, America, more Aussies and Canadians from Halifax and Winnipeg on this one. Our guides were a girl from Regina and a Irish guy. Everyone was really friendly and no one really got left out from what I could tell. Unfortunately you don't meet many locals, but at our first pub Bryce and I were roped in by two cougars who really loved Canadians, especially our accents. I guess they had both back packed in their 20's and had some cool stories to tell, they said we should spend more time in the highlands and that we'd be incredibly well revived up north. It was pretty difficult to understand them at pints, the pub was loud, they had thick accents, and they were pretty drunk. The prettier of the two cougars spilt two wine glasses in the span of 40 minutes, which she tried to blame on me. Luckily after the second one it was time for us to leave.

We then visited Belushis which is located in a hostel near the train station, everyone in our pub crawl (about 30 to 40 of us) got a free jaeger bomb and they lined them up on the bar and Bryce knocked the shots in creating a pretty cool chain reaction. I've got a video of it I'll post on Facebook. I talked to a guy from New York about his travels and what it was like to live in Brooklyn, but when we got to what we did for work back home I think my humor faded on him. He said he wrote articles for a Energy Economics Magazine, I replied with "well I drove a garbage truck but you don't hear me bragging." my joke went right over his head. I felt like such a douche bag. Thankfully I explained to him my shitty sense of humor and all was well.

We visited Globe again, the backpackers bar with Canadian beer. There was no karaoke for us to butcher, but the third period of the Bruins/Caps game was on. And after talking to these younger Australians guys about hockey I was eager to share the game with them. It was only on one small tv in a particularly busy section of the bar but all of the Canadians in our crawl and even most of the Americans crowded around. The guys from Halifax were Habs fans and cheered for Washington, but I swung the Australians onto my side.

Bryce and I joined two guys from Winnipeg outside while we waited for the rest of our group to join us. The guys from Winnipeg were much better looking than Bryce and I, but with Bryce's persistent yelling and moronic charm we managed to strike up a fe conversations with some local ladies having a cigarette. We tried to get them to join our crawl but they wanted to stay at their night club.

We got home at decent hour, and we don't leave for Belfast until 11. So we got a good enough rest. We didn't have enough time to walk to the bus depot so we grabbed a cab. One of the typical black English ones, I thought it was kinda cool. We met a Lithuanian guy at the depot, he was a student and told us if we visited Lithuania he could hook us up, we exchanged emails and took off to Belfast. It's a few hours by bus, then a two hour ferry.

April 20 day trip in the highlands

Up at 630 this morning, got a solid 2 hours of sleep. We have to be at another hostel in an hour for our day trip. I was in such a hungover rush I forgot to brush my teeth and put on deodorant. Luckily our bus was only 1/3rd full, our driver was hilarious and very knowledgable. It was a full 12 hours on a bus but we made a lot of stops, so it wasn't so bad. Luckily I found some spray deodorant at the second stop, but after applying it my under arms were on fire! It felt like I had hot coals in them.

The highlands are awesome, they look just like BC but the buildings are different and the roads are insanely narrow. We pass oncoming semis with just inches in between. There's a few Canadians on our bus, a family from Slovakia and we talk to a older guy from NYC. He's here on business and took a few days extra for himself.

Our first big stop was Loch Ness, it looks like the Shushwapps and the water is ice cold. There isn't much mention of the monster though, I figured there'd be some lame stores selling Nessy stuffed animals. But just one statue.

One of Scotland's biggest disadvantage is that it's incredibly to tell if a pub has decent food. They all look identical inside and all serve the same dishes. So Bryce and I got stuck eating a terrible steak pie and shit looking burger.

On the way back we stopped at the commando memorial, the UKs largest mountain (which was pretty weak compared to anything in Banff), a memorial to David Stirling the creator of the SAS Britains special forces. Our last stop was easily the coolest, in the middle of this tiny village is the castle from Monty Pythons Holy Grail. We stopped and circled the walls quoting the movie. I guess they host parties inside in the summer.

We were originally going to go to Belfast tomorrow but neither of us want to be stuck on another long journey. So we booked an extra night. We'll probably just look at how to get to Northern Ireland tomorrow, and do some laundry.

April 19 Edinburgh pub crawl

Tonight was probably one of the best nights of the trip. I apologize in advance for poor spelling, I'm shitfaced at the point of writing this. We went to a shop with pulled pork sandwiches, they had a full pig in the window, and it was only a few pounds for a massive pile of meat and haggis. We joined some of the hostel employees on the patio while we ate our sandwiches. But with the pub crawl approaching we decided to have a nap. I felt bad for our roommates, we have two gorgeous girls from Quebec City, one American, and a Spanish couple in our room. I don't imagine they want to be stuck with two stinky Albertans. We slept for a bit then headed to the common room to predrink. We played pool with some of our future friends, there were people from Switzerland. Taiwan, San Francisco, Colombia, Guelph, Halifax ect. We even met a dude from Kansas who spent the winter in Fort Mac. We told him he had to watch Fubar 2.

We went to many bars all of them awesome. With our pub crawl it was only one pound for a iron brew and vodka which were delicious, the bouncer at the first pub had lego figures tattooed on his arm. Free pool and buck hunter for only a pound.

We hung out with two gorgeous girks from Quebec City, they're traveling for six weeks across Europe.

We're currently at a bar called Dropkick Murphys, sharing a name with one of our favorite bands. It's pretty awesome. Rugby jerseys on the walls and some good music. Tomorrow we go to the highlands and Loch Ness for the day. That's 5 hours from now.

Love you guys.

April 18th, first night out in Edinburgh

We stayed in the common area of our hostel for the afternoon, one of the guys who works here invited us out to watch Chelsea vs. Barcelona at the Globe bar. The bar was pretty cool, it was a backpackers sports bar and showed sports from all over the works. There were a few hockey jerseys on the walls and a few team Canada posters. I guess the manager is Canadian. They didn't have any Canadian beer on tap but bottles of Moosehead were only 5 dollars Canadian. This was the first football game I've ever watched from start to finish and it was actually pretty exciting. The guys we were with from the hostel didn't like either team but they seemed to be cheering for Chelsea, so that's who Bryce and I sided with. There were many Spaniards in the bar but they quickly left after they lost.

We continued drinking and discussed with the Australian hostel employee the differences between Canadian and Australian sport. The other two guys were French and Italian. A pub crawl soon entered the bar with a couple of Canadian girls from our hostel on it, we tried to convince them to sing a Trooper song with us but we ended of singing Whats New Pussy Cat with the Australian and the French guy, and Born To Run just Bryce and I. The Dj laughed and said we butchered it, but we were way too drunk to care.

We snuck onto the pub crawl as it hit the next two bars, the first was called Frankensteins and was just a shitty club with Frankenstein stuff on the walls, the next was The Hive which was a typical shit club, but it was filled with pretty girls.

The Aussie said we had to get bacon sandwiches from down the street for our hangovers so that's what we did this morning. Best hangover food ever. A mountain of bacon, cheese, and brown sauce for two pounds.

Tonight were doing another pub crawl and a BBQ, should be fun.

April 18 Edinburgh

Today was our first full day in Edinburgh, I already like it more than London and Brighton. It lively but not busy and everything worth seeing is within walking distance.

Our hostel is pretty awesome, it's really clean, the staff are friendly, there's discounts on tours to the highlands and pub crawls. There's free breakfast here but I slept in instead, we decided to see Edinburgh castle which is just across the street from our hostel. As we were walking up the hill towards the castle we stopped in what looked just like another touristy shop with plaid scarves and Scottish hats, but it turned out to have a factory in the basement where they made all the tartans. It was actually pretty cool. They also had medieval weapons for sale some of which were made in house. We then headed up to the castle, it was a lot cooler then I thought it would be, I guess parts of the castle were around during the Roman Empire and it had been under siege many times in its history. It even housed German POWs for a short period during WWII. There were old cannons lining the walls, a cemetery for the soldiers dogs, and they had the Scottish Crown Jewels on display today. Inside the main building was the Scottish War Memorial that had the names of every Scot who had died in Battle. There were a bunch of Hornes in both the WWI and WWII books, that was awesome to see. While we were at the top of the castle it hailed for a few minutes, that was strange.

We stopped for lunch and at the table next to us a old Scottish couple was celebrating their 40th anniversary. We ended up talking to them for quite awhile. They have a son living in Calgary and were going to meet them this summer. We didn't have any helpful suggestions on what to do in Calgary.

We booked at day trip to the highlands on Friday, we wanted to do two days but they weren't available and three days seemed too long. We're looking at going to Belfast on Saturday.

Brighton to Edinburgh

April 16/17

Well yesterday was our last day in Brighton, unfortunately the museum was closed. I guess it had a cool exhibit on mods and rockers from the 60's, but that's ok. Bryce and I just walked around some more, they have a pier here and just like any other pier it's pretty much shit. Crappy carnival food and sketchy looking rides. The wood on the boardwalk looked like it was falling apart in some places. Bryce tried to find a hoody, but we couldn't find anything with a reasonable price.

We went to the train station to buy some tickets to Edinburgh, they wouldn't accept our credit cards online but everything was fine when we talked to the people at the station. I've never been on a train before so I'm pretty excited. That evening we went to The Black Lion Pub again, we eavesdropped on a walking tour earlier that day and found out that it's one of the oldest pubs in Brighton and it used to be used by smugglers.

I felt like shit this morning we had some pizza after the pub last night, and not only is my stomach churning my tongue and roof of my mouth are burnt. We've got an hour long trip into London, then six hours to Edinburgh.

I tried to sleep most of the ride but I don't know if I was sleeping or just had my eyes closed. It was cool to get out of the cities and see some countryside. Edinburgh is awesome, our hostel is clean the staff are super friendly, there's a free pub crawl on Thursday and we're right next to Edinburgh castle.

Comfort food

Well I had some food today to remind me of home.

Some Pork Spring Rolls and Pho from a Vietnamese place just called "Pho", the spring rolls were some of the best I ever had, they came with your choice of dip, mint leaves, butter lettuce, and pickled carrots. The pho was also very good, it came with the usual lime, chili, sprouts, but also had three types of herbs. It really made me miss my friends back home. Bryce and I also stopped in a candy store on the way back to the hostel only because they had some crazy flavors of pop tarts. Including Grape, Strawberry Milkshake, ice cream, ect. I bought a box of cookies and cream ones, I was also thrilled to see jelly belly jelly beans. My favorite from back home. Bryce was stoked they had vanilla coke, even if it wasn't refrigerated.

April 15

We're done in London, our friend Adam said Brighton was awesome so that's our next stop. We were really lucky, we got to the bus depot and they had a bus leaving in 30 minutes for only £12 and it was only a little over an hour. We met a girl from Germany on our bus, we exchanged numbers and are going to meet her and her friend in Brighton on Monday.

Brighton was pretty busy when we arrived, the Brighton marathon was just wrapping up so there was people everywhere and many roads were closed. We had no idea where our hostel was and spent 20 minutes trying to figure out the map. Turns out our hostel was at the far end of town away from all the restaurants and bars, but we're only a ten minute bus ride away so it's not so bad.

Brighton seems pretty cool, it's a resort town but compared to London it isn't that busy. There girls here are a lot prettier too. We spent last night at The Black Lion Pub, it was pretty awesome the music was good, food was great and the beer was about the same price as a pint back home.

We're only staying here for two days then we're going to go to Edinburgh, it's a twelve hour bus ride or a six hour train ride. We're not sure what were doing yet.

Frank Turner, Billy Bragg, Beans On Toast

Sorry for the more shit than usual photos, I was really inebriated.