I lied...

Another two days, another post... Anyway. Belfast. Rainy. Cold-ish. No sun. Impressive city hall flying the Union Jack, but still decidedly Irish. Except for the pedestrian crossing buttons. Which have gone right back to the kind you find in Exeter, London, et al.

Money, even wierder than in Ireland. At least the Euro is a sensible monetary system, even if the collection of various cool foreign coins is now in the past. But the Northern Irish Pound... It's like a GBP, and it's worth the same, but it doesn't look like a Pound, and you can't actually spend it in Great Britain.

Anyway, I must go check into my hostel. This bag is killing my neck, much as I love it. TTFN