Europe adventure. Day 5 of 34. Part 1.
Written on the way to Meath.
Westport is a very nice little town. It's all hills and with the narrow roads added to that it's quite fun to drive around. I didn't spend much time in the center of town, because what little time I did have here was spent off adventuring or at Westy's house. He has three roommates, Rory, Mitchell and Cassie. Plus one other who was away.
In the morning I had tea outside, and when I looked up at the top of the hill there was a sheep in the grass. Because of the angle I had not even known there was a field up there, so it was a bit funny.
Eventually we left the house and drove to some absolutely brilliant cliffs near Oldhead beach, where we jumped off and swam in the dangerous, beautiful water, exploring underwater caves and climbing in the rocks. It was dangerous water because of the compass jelly fish, which could have sent any one of us to the hospital.
After we left the cliffs we to the grocery store, Tesco, to get food for dinner. The rule was we were not allowed to speak in real words in the store, only nonsense and animal sounds. It was pretty hard to do, but hilarious.
Cassie made everyone an Irish breakfast for dinner, and it was fantastic. I should of taken a picture, but I was to hungry to think of it at the time. There was eggs, bacon, sausage, white pudding and black pudding, baked beans, potato flat bread (I tried a little even though it was not gluten free) and fried tomato.
With the food we drank tea. I am going to be so in the habit of drinking tea all the time that it will be weird not to. I really like tea (better than coffee for sure), but it's not the same back home. You can't order it literally anywhere and when you do it's all "Which tea do you want? We have a lot of herbal teas, we have a selection of black, green..." When you order tea here you get tea. The teabag is already in it or it may even have been made already, and they give you milk and sugar. It's easy. No questions.
Okay, I'm going to get car sick of I don't stop writing now. Time to stare at more Irish countryside as we go by. Bye!
Westport is a very nice little town. It's all hills and with the narrow roads added to that it's quite fun to drive around. I didn't spend much time in the center of town, because what little time I did have here was spent off adventuring or at Westy's house. He has three roommates, Rory, Mitchell and Cassie. Plus one other who was away.
In the morning I had tea outside, and when I looked up at the top of the hill there was a sheep in the grass. Because of the angle I had not even known there was a field up there, so it was a bit funny.
Eventually we left the house and drove to some absolutely brilliant cliffs near Oldhead beach, where we jumped off and swam in the dangerous, beautiful water, exploring underwater caves and climbing in the rocks. It was dangerous water because of the compass jelly fish, which could have sent any one of us to the hospital.
After we left the cliffs we to the grocery store, Tesco, to get food for dinner. The rule was we were not allowed to speak in real words in the store, only nonsense and animal sounds. It was pretty hard to do, but hilarious.
Cassie made everyone an Irish breakfast for dinner, and it was fantastic. I should of taken a picture, but I was to hungry to think of it at the time. There was eggs, bacon, sausage, white pudding and black pudding, baked beans, potato flat bread (I tried a little even though it was not gluten free) and fried tomato.
With the food we drank tea. I am going to be so in the habit of drinking tea all the time that it will be weird not to. I really like tea (better than coffee for sure), but it's not the same back home. You can't order it literally anywhere and when you do it's all "Which tea do you want? We have a lot of herbal teas, we have a selection of black, green..." When you order tea here you get tea. The teabag is already in it or it may even have been made already, and they give you milk and sugar. It's easy. No questions.
Okay, I'm going to get car sick of I don't stop writing now. Time to stare at more Irish countryside as we go by. Bye!
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