Dunluce castle again. The interior.
Now entering Giant's Causeway.
14,000 columns of petrified lava.
Groupon deal. Authentic Irish food served by an Alaskan hippie hitchhiking her way to Scotland. Scene 1: Joy has just managed to get Oliver out of the car and into the pram (stroller). He is getting hangry (as are the rest of us who have just climbed a steep mountain). The wind is a-blowin' and the rain is starting to fall. We are met at the door by a young ginger who asks us to please wait (outside) 10 minutes while they mop the floor. So we wander around the rather tight car park (parking lot) singing and entertaining Oliver (and ourselves) while trying not to blow away. Scene 2: We return to the door only to be asked to wait 10 more minutes while the floor dries. "We don't want any customers fallin'." Scene 3: We are finally granted entry into the brilliant cafeteria. The only ones there, and we quickly figured out why. Ginger dude has to leave (after abruptly advising me to get the chicken pie...most likely because it meant all he had to do was throw it in the microwave), so we are left with Alaskan hippie girl who has only been in the country for 3 weeks and is staying/working at a hostel down the street. When Ryan and I scoot our table next to Gareth and Joy, we learn that ginger dude and Alaskan hippie girl didn't bother to move the table when they mopped. We are served up rather cold steak and Guiness pie (chicken for me), mash (mashed potatoes), and veg (carrots and parsnips). Alaskan hippie girl, who has just been accepted to the Alaskan state trooper academy, tries to console fussy Oliver with a rather awkward, hand-waving "A-booga-booga" that frightened even me. It didn't help. I could go on. What an experience. We all had a good laugh (and are still cracking up about it). Certainly some good memories to bring home.
Mom, you really do belong here.
We replaced our dissatisfying lunch with ice cream from Morelli's in Port Stewart.