Monday, March 29, 2010

St. Patricks Day in Belfast

Right now, it is raining and windy like a hurricane. The wind sounds like a screaming woman outside my wee window! Got to love living right on the cliffs of the Antrim coast.

Here are some pictures from the St. Pattys festivities in Belfast:


Spot anything kind of strange about this?
Yay for fake beards!
Not a tartan in sight.
Part of the non-sectarian violence provoking theme of 'Spring' for the parade.

The lone piper.



St. Patrick and his creepy electronic, spastic hand.
Me and Libby before hitting up the local socialist pub, the John Hewitt for the night.

Hike to Fairhead and Life at Corrymeela (Hill of Harmony)

Dining room at Corrymeela.Clinging to the grass on the side of the cliff.
We made it! We took the path that went along the rocky beach until we decided to climb up the sheep paths to the top of the cliffs.
The wee church in Ballyvoy where I went to church on Palm Sunday. Best part of spring in N. Ireland = baby lambs!

The scramble up some sheep paths to Fairhead.
The group of us after pretty much free climbing some vertical rock face. Fear of heights, conquered.
View from near Fairhead.
Some long term volunteers relaxing on the playground at Corrymeela.
Peanut-butter cookies in Coventry!

Friday, March 5, 2010

Ballycastle & Corrymeela

Beach walk in Ballycastle.
Marina in B.Castle.


Me on the beach of Ballycastle.
Coventry, the dorm where the volunteers, including me, live.
Eva, the other HECUA intern.
Interns at the overlook outside of the Croi.
Bridge into Ballycastle.
View of Fairhead on the walk up to Corryleela from Ballycastle. That little white bit on the mountains in the distance is Scotland, which is where I will be heading for Springbreak.
View from Corymeela. Yeah, I cannot believe I get to live here.
The back of the House, so the view above would be to the right.
View from the window in my room.Having a HECUA of a good time.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Monday, February 22, 2010

Some wee things we have noticed...

Some things that are different from Ohio in Portrush, N.I.:

Different fish &chips shops on every street corner instead of Burger King.

Fish & Chips are called “cod suppers” or “fish suppers”. Also, previously mentioned suppers are HUGE, with enough food for at least three people.

Chips, or over sized french fries, are served with every kind of meal. (Chinese, Indian, Italian…all complimented by chips)

Dog poop EVERYWHERE.

Dogs roaming free. Also, no one uses a leash when walking said dogs.

Dogs are allowed into most small grocery places and shops.

Tea breaks at least 5 times a day.

A burger with lettuce and tomato is called salad burger with cheese.

The word “wee” is used in every sentence, or two to three times per sentence.

Example: Do you need a wee napkin? How about we go for a wee bit of a walk walk and see if we can spot any wee dogs? I might have a wee heart attack if I keep eating all of those wee fish suppers.

“Spicy food” in Northern Ireland means slightly less tasteless then usual.

Girls at night clubs dress like they forgot half of their clothes at the Jersey Shore and show up nearly nude.

Taxi drivers are extremely friendly and helpful.

Vegetarian friendly food is specified with a V on the nutritional facts label.

Yes, everyone drives on the left side of the road, and there are no rules about which way your car has to face/which side of the street you can park on when parallel parking.

Many a family goes to the pub for a drink or karaoke on a Saturday night, babies and all.

Boys use just as many hair products as girls.

Sweatpants/comfortable clothes are for sleeping in, not for public wear.

If some wants a wee bit of craic (pronounced CRACK) they are not soliciting drugs.

Heard outside of my flat, “We always have a wee bit of craic together, yeah she is great craic on weekends…”

Other interesting tidbits:

Last weekend, a guy at the club wanted to talk about the American civil war with us when he figured out that we were American. (The IRA draws parallels between the confederate rebels and their cause. They often use the confederate flag as a symbol.

Apparently, there are ways to differentiate(and generalize) Catholics from Protestants. Catholics pronounce the letter H hhache and Protestants pronounce it ache. Also, as a general rule girls with several scrunchies in their hair are definitely Catholic and men with uni-brows are most definitely wee Protestants.

Friday, February 19, 2010


Earlier this week we traveled to Derry/Londonderry (depending on who you are). This historic city brought new perspective on the Troubles because of the intense history of conflict and rebellion in the city.
A mural depicting the hunger and no wash strikes in the prisons during the Troubles. We met the artists at their studio later in the day.
A view of the Bogside from the walled portion/fort of Derry.
The walls of the city that were built during the plantation of loyal English and Scottish persons.
A mural of Guernica on the Bloody Sunday Museum, which is situated on the parking lot where several innocents were shot down running from Paratroopers.
Oak trees are the symbol of Derry, which comes from the Gaelic work for Oak tree.
Loyalist propaganda in a walled neighborhood.
Bloody Sunday memorial.

Nigel, our wise and fearless leader introducing us to the city of Derry.


Me and my flat mates.