Day 1 Belfast to Ballybofey.
Day 1 Belfast to Ballybofey.
Up early to see if our car was still in one piece, un-burnt and roughly where we’d left it.
All was well and so we set off for the starting point at the Docks... and managed to get lost.
After deciding to ignore the Sat Nav, which made no allowance for the one way system , we finally made it and were greeted with the sight of the full scally field spread out before us. A pretty impressive sight in all honesty.
Anyway 9.00 at the siren we set off. Last to cross the start line, we dropped further behind after we failed to find our way out of the docks. Ho hum.
Finally on our way properly a quick stop at maccy d’s for breakfast and a top up for the car and we were heading out of Belfast on the Larne Road. Within a few miles a bloke in an A8 was beckoning us to wind down the window...
“Where’s you lads off to?”
“Cork”
“You’re Sat Nav’s broke, this is the Larne Rd.
“We have to go through Larne”
“Oh that’s handy then”
Don’t know who you are fella, but you made us laugh.
Driving up the Antrim Coast is quite simply stunning. I could spend the rest of this blog going on about it, so let’s take it as read... the scenery from here on in; right through to Ballybofey is unbelievable. It actually gets to the point where you have to force yourself to stop taking photos.
So we stop off at Carrick-a-Rede, to go across the rope bridge, which is pretty brilliant. All the photos are up on Facebook or on our webpage so you’ll get the idea. Malin Head likewise is out of this world, but I won’t bore you with descriptions... look its all good and all on Facebook. Go look yourselves.
At this stage we are following other Scally Cars as we were pretty well clueless as to where we were. It is quite unsettling to be going along a road while the Sat Nav tells you there is no road, satellite signal or indeed sign of life for 20 miles in any direction.
At 6 we finally hit Ballybofey and went to find the Hostel, Grizz had booked en route (at this point imagine a roll eyes smilie). Remote is the word I would use to describe it. If you’re gonna push me for two words... bloody remote just about covers it. Think Deliverance, yeah, you’ve got it now.
Stopping to ask for directions we were told “Turn left at the tree” (That is not a joke).
But, to be fair, it’s a pretty good place, warm and with everything you need.
A night on the town was called for and despite some high prices, and me not drinking, it was a good night in a good bar, watching rugby and talking to some Germans. (Again no joke).
That’s it for now, 200 odd miles today (Can’t be bothered to check) and a good day.
Go and donate if you haven’t already, thanks for reading and we’ll talk some more tomorrow.
Up early to see if our car was still in one piece, un-burnt and roughly where we’d left it.
All was well and so we set off for the starting point at the Docks... and managed to get lost.
After deciding to ignore the Sat Nav, which made no allowance for the one way system , we finally made it and were greeted with the sight of the full scally field spread out before us. A pretty impressive sight in all honesty.
Anyway 9.00 at the siren we set off. Last to cross the start line, we dropped further behind after we failed to find our way out of the docks. Ho hum.
Finally on our way properly a quick stop at maccy d’s for breakfast and a top up for the car and we were heading out of Belfast on the Larne Road. Within a few miles a bloke in an A8 was beckoning us to wind down the window...
“Where’s you lads off to?”
“Cork”
“You’re Sat Nav’s broke, this is the Larne Rd.
“We have to go through Larne”
“Oh that’s handy then”
Don’t know who you are fella, but you made us laugh.
Driving up the Antrim Coast is quite simply stunning. I could spend the rest of this blog going on about it, so let’s take it as read... the scenery from here on in; right through to Ballybofey is unbelievable. It actually gets to the point where you have to force yourself to stop taking photos.
So we stop off at Carrick-a-Rede, to go across the rope bridge, which is pretty brilliant. All the photos are up on Facebook or on our webpage so you’ll get the idea. Malin Head likewise is out of this world, but I won’t bore you with descriptions... look its all good and all on Facebook. Go look yourselves.
At this stage we are following other Scally Cars as we were pretty well clueless as to where we were. It is quite unsettling to be going along a road while the Sat Nav tells you there is no road, satellite signal or indeed sign of life for 20 miles in any direction.
At 6 we finally hit Ballybofey and went to find the Hostel, Grizz had booked en route (at this point imagine a roll eyes smilie). Remote is the word I would use to describe it. If you’re gonna push me for two words... bloody remote just about covers it. Think Deliverance, yeah, you’ve got it now.
Stopping to ask for directions we were told “Turn left at the tree” (That is not a joke).
But, to be fair, it’s a pretty good place, warm and with everything you need.
A night on the town was called for and despite some high prices, and me not drinking, it was a good night in a good bar, watching rugby and talking to some Germans. (Again no joke).
That’s it for now, 200 odd miles today (Can’t be bothered to check) and a good day.
Go and donate if you haven’t already, thanks for reading and we’ll talk some more tomorrow.
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