Approaching the city a feeling of unrest lingured. I was wondering if the city's tumultuous past had truly subsided. The motor coach, undaunted, rolled into the city centre. My first impression, surprisingly, was that this is a happening place. The city has great energy. No being dower. Words like alive, active, safe were much more accurate. The city does not dwell on it's past. Rather it felt as though the city is looking to a vibrant future. The city boasts three universities and is one of the main employers in the InformationTechnology sector. Known for it's ship building. Most famously, the ill fated Titanic was built here. Packed with history, culture and great food my visit to Belfast was thoroughly enjoyable. If you should make it here be sure to visit  the Crown Bar, the oldest standing bar. Quite unique.

Imagine the heavy footfalls of an enraged Finn McCool as he tossed chucks of the Antrim Coast into the ocean. Scottish giant Benandonner is threatenting Ireland and Finn McCool is going to have nothing of it. A bridge to Scotland is to be built to transport Finn McCool to defeat the Scottish ogre. Irish legend would have you believe this to be true. 40,000 columns placed in thought provoking order. The orderly roughness of the causeway is a natural wonder. For lack of a more sophistocated term I'll suffice it to say it is 'cool'. The flatness of the stones made me want to skip across them as a child would to get across a steam.