Where were we? Ah yes. Belfast.
So then we had an excruciatingly long travel day that involved changing transportation like eight times:
Walk to the bus station.
Bus the harbour.
Ferry to Stranraer.
Train to Newcastle (stopping through sixteen stops I might add).
Train to Sheffield.
Train to Loughborough (which I can almost guarantee is not pronounced like you think it is).
Taxi to the University.
Walk to Shirley’s house.
Man, we were so tired. On the plus side the views were gorgeous, so the travel was actually quite nice aside from the sheer quantity of it all. In the end it was really nice to have one non-chaotic night just staying at someone’s house.
So now we’re in Loughborough train station, Platform 1, awaiting a train to take us to Stratford-upon-Avon, birthplace of the great bard William Shakespeare. If all goes smoothly we’re going to see a show of Macbeth tonight.
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