September 11, 2009
Made it to Belfast! Not sure what time my body thinks it is. I started in Austin on the 10th leaving late morning. I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Then I was quite the insomniac from Newark to London. It gave me a chance to read a good portion of “Belfast Diary” a journalist’s account of the Troubles. I feel more oriented with both the history and geography of the area. At Heathrow I had to make a mad marathon to recheck my bag for Aer Lingus. I was hiking with all my stuff on me going through customs and immigration, then back through to security. The gate was in a far corner of a hallway that would be cut by sliding glass doors that were locked. I made it in time, bought a cup of coffee, then was told I couldn’t bring it on the plane. I slept most of that flight too, but had a window seat/birds eye view of the island. It’s beautiful. There was another success of my route, even with the stressful airport experience. Instead of taking a cab I found a bus for seven pounds that dropped me off a block from the orientation hotel. IFSA-Butler reps were right there when I walked in, and within a few minutes I was cleaning up, resting, and getting acquainted with my roommate.