LondonScotlandIreland

I sit at a crowded pub in northern belfast. When i order my drink with my obvious American accent, a group of tough ass looking 40 yearold irish glare at me in disgust. I smile back. I drink my guinness. I open the "whats going on" news paper, and notice the original drummer from guns and roses will be here next week with his band Adlers Appatite- playing GNR cover songs on his drumset from the glory days. I mark my calender. I make plans to visit the peace wall erected in response of the bloodshed that took place here over the past years. I hear music playing in the room next door. I walk in to see a huge crowd gathering around a three piece irish band. I order another guiness as I listen to the incredible music. I feel like it might as well be a hundred years ago as I stand next to the fire in the musty old pub. I start shooting the shit with these two funny lookin dudes. Ones about 4 feet tall, round and wearing a hipster white long sleeve buttonup shirt. The other is about six five, buzz cut, and crosseyed. I can barely understand them with their strong northern irish accent. I tell them about the states. They recomend irish destinations. They buy me a drink. We talk about george bush - They call him a wanker. I make my way over to the bar stool for a minute. I say whats up to this tough dude with an earing. I tell him I just got into ireland a few hours ago. He leans into my ear and whispers somthing about the Irish Republican Army and their strength -I stay clear of that one as I shake his hand. A tall slim atractive brunette girl takes my hand and asks me to dance. I leave my jacket and bag on the floor and attempt an irish dance, spinning this girl over and over. Were the only ones on the dance floor in front of probably 150 people. I realize im drunk because I would never do this at home. I know I look a fool as I step on this girls feet and loose her every other spin. The song ends. We go back to the bar as she tells me to head to some island in the west for real irish culture. From behind her I see the wierd IRA earing guy motioning to me with his eyes that I should make a move on this girl. This wierds me out . He keeps watching me. I check my watch. Its 1am and Im an hours walk from my hostel. I tell the group that i gotta go. Girl kisses me. I shake eveyone elses hand and stumble out. I take a taxi. Taxi drops me off. I realize that I left my sketchbook in the taxi. Fuck! I walk in the dark all the way back to the bar hoping the taxi driver went back to the bar. This part is much of a blur - I finally get there. The taxi is there! Thank god. He's at the front of the taxi line. I got there just in time. I find my sketchbook sitting in the back seat. Hes drives me back to my hostel for a second time. Its about 230. I stumble into my dorm room. Take off my shoes.... My feet have never smelt like this in my entire life. I need to wash my socks badly. The other six in this dorm room must hate me. The room smells like feet. I climb into my bunk bed. I go to sleep. I head to the town of Cork in a couple days. -

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Hang out with Kay and Simon in London. Go to awesome clubs and bars. Go to a halloween party. Get lost in the city at 4 am. Get on the double Decker. Take the underground. Mind the Gap.