I’m in Belfast. Oh God, it’s bleak. The Special Olympics are being held in Ireland and the American team is staying in Belfast. [joke deleted].
I went on a bus tour this mornin’. As well as driving past the historically significant buildings, it also drove through a Protestant neighbourhood. The locals have painted the kerbs red, white and blue and Union Jacks hang across the streets. There are lots of murals with stuff like “Northern Ireland Will Always Be British” and the equivalent of notorious south side posses, etc. The Catholic neighbourhood the bus drove through was much the same. There was a high rise apartment block that the British army use as a lookout (and surrounding graffiti calling for it to be demilitarised), a remembrance garden for the dead and the Sinn Fein headquarters.
In early July the marches take place. This is when the Protties go on a march to celebrate something to do with something Orange. The historic march route takes them through Catholic neighbourhoods, so sometimes shit gets fucked up. The bus passed an empty lot filled with stacks of tires and wood, which apparently will be burned to celebrate the Orange thing.
I’ve figured out how to pronounce my surname. Excellent.
Oh, and I went on a boat tour down the local river. The Titanic was build here so the old dry dock and bits were pointed out. Westlife are playing tonight at the local arena. OMG.
Also, why the Hell was Jon voted out of UK Big Brother? He was the most interesting housemate. (Yes, yes, I’ve got a dual Big Brother addiction).