Jubilee Bridge at Runcorn
Me and John outside The Cavern
The Three Graces, Liverpool waterfront
My blogging has been hampered the past few days by not having wireless for our laptop. Although I took a little tip from a certain teenager and was able to steal a signal here and there, it wasn't enough to post many photos--here are the rest. I haven't championed the cause of ethical use of the wireless Internet this weekend--should I feel guilty? I don't.
We said goodbye to Liverpool and our friends, off on a great drive through North Wales toward the ferry at Holyhead. The drive has islands, ocean, mountains and castles. And Welsh signage which is cool and weird and right out of Lord of the Rings.
Say what now?
It occurred to me today that many people may still be going to holiday parties, returning their gifts to the mall and trying to find babysitters for New Year's Eve. We've hopped in the time machine with Dr. Who. We have no holidays--no tree to take down, no parties, no leftovers. We're citizens of a parallel universe for the next two weeks--the open road is our home. Like retirees in Winnebagos. Off to Ireland we go, in style.
Club class, baby
I get seasick easily but have today determined that complimentary white wine, Stilton and Ritz crackers keeps the beast at bay. Or was I just too drunk to notice the nausea?
Docking in Dublin