Un ranger simpático, un pez de cerámica gigante, el Titanic a tamaño real y murales que hablan del pasado y del presente. Belfast se muestra sin filtros… y nos deja con mucho que contar.
aparcamiento (rural) 🅿️🌲
In the early hours of the morning, the wind nearly blew the camper van away. Between ruins, traffic jams, and bagpipes, we ended the day sheltering in a forest near Belfast, this time with calm... I think.
Farewell hugs at the airport, mechanical scares on the road, and a final stop by the sea in Carlingford, with wind, good views, and the camper holding up... for now.
A castle without a castle, a beach without a swim, and neighbours who wouldn't stop! We thought we'd get a peaceful night's sleep and ended up having an international chinwag right on the Irish coast.
From Downpatrick to Annalong, passing through sacred history, blocked roads, luxury showers, and the 39th country in my doggy passport. Ireland, here we come!
A cool, fresh forest, a stop at Lidl, and naps beside the River Quoile. We're not saving the world today, but I almost caught a duck. A day of messing about, peaceful walks, and expert-level laziness.
A day of transition: a rural chat with the Dutch, a peaceful journey to Northern Ireland, and an evening stroll amongst trees and campervans.
Pill without drama, post-Brexit paperwork and a president cheating at golf. We’ll sleep next to the monument of a Russian shipwreck with more lives than a cat.
Morning rain, a well-deserved rest, and the day ended with a ball, beach, and sunset over the Irish Sea. No mountain today, but there were views and a deluxe nap.
I climbed Ben Nevis dodging hiking poles like spears. We reached the top soaked and battered by the fog and sticks. And you know what? We didn’t like it. Not one bit.
Un paseo entre cascadas de cuento, una carrera contrarreloj hasta Ben Nevis y una cena con cuatro héroes empapados... Yo, mientras tanto, vigilando la cámper desde mi trono.
We saw seals sunbathing, were pampered by strangers and ended up at the edge of the world looking at a lighthouse with a foghorn. Who could ask for more?