Our first stop out of Belfast was the charming town of Glenarm, where we stopped for food and ATM. Very picturesque:
Lacking any sort of place to get food to go, we bought bread and sandwich things and I fashioned some sandwiches in the car. We also succeeded in setting up my iPod so that we could listen to some music rather than more obscure talk radio, so I had the surreal experience of listening to Snoop Dogg's P.I.M.P. while sitting in the car on a street like this (actually, I think that little red car is ours):
Sandwiched up, we got back on the road. Here's what our view looked like most of the time:
Next stop was the Carrick-a-Rede rope bridge. Now, I have a pretty decent fear of heights, but I was assured by many that it was "not that bad" and as long as there weren't other people shaking the bridge, it felt pretty steady. I was confident that I could do it, as long as I threated bodily harm to any people who looked like they might shake the bridge while I was on it. You have to walk about a kilometer to get to the bridge from the car park, and the views were amazing. This is Sheep Island, which begged the question: Can sheep swim? Consensus: yes, if they have to, but not that well.
Clearly, I'm alive to tell the tale, but I haven't time now to do so, as I'm late to go somewhere. For now, I'll leave a taste of what's in store: