In Portrush, Northern Ireland.
Sitting on a bunkbed in the PORTRUSH HOLIDAY HOSTEL (Phillip's the owner). Hair a mess. Ate a loaf of french bread. Took 4 busses with 3 change overs. Had a freezing cold shower. 3 espressos. 1 tea.
And watched the world as I passed by. Not the other way around.
Travel Ireland if you can.
It made a fist pumping, wave crashing, rain AND snow splashing day to remember.
Course the days not done. The nights just begun. And so we go, to see what this sleepy winter/hopping summer town has to offer on this cold, spring day.
Peace out yo!
Compulsive Traveler (Scraps)
Sitting on a bunkbed in the PORTRUSH HOLIDAY HOSTEL (Phillip's the owner). Hair a mess. Ate a loaf of french bread. Took 4 busses with 3 change overs. Had a freezing cold shower. 3 espressos. 1 tea.
And watched the world as I passed by. Not the other way around.
Travel Ireland if you can.
It made a fist pumping, wave crashing, rain AND snow splashing day to remember.
Course the days not done. The nights just begun. And so we go, to see what this sleepy winter/hopping summer town has to offer on this cold, spring day.
Peace out yo!
Compulsive Traveler (Scraps)
Scraps! Love it. Freezing cold showers, bus-hopping, snow, bunkbeds and French bread! Sounds heavenly.
ReplyDeleteActually, it kinda does. Enjoy, and see ya soon...
-DDT