The wonderful thing about traveling alone is one’s ability to have short chats with the locals and to make new friends.
This doesn’t mean it’s impossible to make friends when traveling in groups, but there seems to be an easier approach when going solo.
On my walk to the coast, I met this very nice lady and her dog, Rex, who directed me how to get around the Causeway Visitor’s Centre and chit chatted with me for a few minutes on our walk.
Even better was the latter part of my honest-to-God walk along the Causeway Coast (i.e., not my crawling all over Finn MacCool’s stomping grounds) when this very nice dude stopped to chat with me for a bit, and four hours later, we ran all over the coastline 🙂
“Irishman” and I got to chatting the second time we met up on the trail, both headed back, and we quickly realized we were going to be friends.
Those people can be few and far between: you know what I mean? The kind of person you meet and within minutes know that they were thrown into your path because you’re meant to meet.
Irishman and I grabbed some drinks at the hotel on the Causeway and he offered to take me to the Carrick-a-rede rope bridge after we found ourselves quoting Robert Service (right, Matthew?!).
We did a wee pit stop so I could see the smallest church in Ireland. So cute!!!
Back to the rope bridge: Ya know… the rope bridge is neat, but much smaller than all those online photos make it out to be. That being said, the view from the island is spectacular!
Got a few shots and rolled off to Ballintoy Harbour for sunset.
Holy. Mother. Stunning is a weak word to describe how beautiful it was.
Looks like I’ll have at least one more cellphone post for the Causeway Coast this week, otherwise I may as well have taken out space in a magazine to cover everything.
Hope you enjoyed the photos!