Oh, they keep photos of me, that's enough love for me.

May 14, 2006

I had the hostel room to myself last night, which was lovely, and I slept right through the night until 8 this morning. I almost missed my bus, fuck that would have screwed my right royally. I've been enroute all day, it's 5 to 8 pm and I'm on the boat to Belfast. I then need to bus it to Dublin and hopefully get a hostel room so I can get on my tour tomorrow. This ferry is PIMP, it makes the Queen of New West look like a freakin drug-smuggling Indonesian shit vessel. This thing has four restaurant/bar's, liqour in the gift shops, and insane amounts of seating. A huge arcade, too.
Later...
Ok, officially worst night of my trip. Not only have I been on buses and ferries for the entire day, but I've arrived in Belfast having missed the last bus to Dublin by about 10 minutes. The first bus is at 6 am. I asked a taxi driver to take me to a CHEAP HOSTEL and he says, "No problem, I'll take care of you." He drops me off in the middle of fucking nowhere, and I pay 30 FUCKING QUID for a room with two double beds and an ensuite. What the fuck. No internet in sight, no clean laundry pour moi, and my fucking bottle of dish detergent has exploded in the bottom of my bag. Luck of the Irish my goddamn white Canadian ASS.