August 31, 2006
Off to Belfast
The bricks they may bleed and the rain it may weep
And the damp Lagan fog lulls the city to sleep.
It's to Hell with the future, we'll live in the past
May the Lord in his mercy be kind to Belfast
I've been to Belfast twice, once for a few hours, the second time for a few days. Tonight, I'm on my way there again. This time, on a nonstop Continental Airlines plane from New York/Newark.
I won't be there for very long, nor will I be in Ireland for very long. I will use Belfast as a base of operations to visit family in County Monaghan, then up in County Donegal. They're both in Ulster, so may as well stay in the Ulster capital. Unless I chicken out, I will rent a car and drive on the left side of the road to all those places.
Then it's down to Dublin for a day, to Marseille on Ryanair, a day there, a few days with friends in Cannes, then a surprisingly long train ride to Torino, finally a flight home out of Milan's Malpensa Airport on the fifth anniversary of September 11.
But first, Belfast. There's something of Belfast and the North that appeals to me greatly. May the Lord in his mercy be kind to Belfast
Posted by The Phantom at 1:03 AM