Going... Going...Gone.

From Dahab, I took a transfer through the desert from my hostel to Sharm El Sheik Airport. I had an hour flight to Cairo and a nine hour layover there. Ugh. The plane was delayed too. From there I got my flight to London, took the tube from Heathrow to King's Cross station and walked the rest of the way to my hostel (which used to be an old court house). Phew!

As I was flying out of Cairo, I watched the continent of Africa slide beneath my window and it was going, going.... Gone. Just like that. That was my life for 9 1/2 months. Bye bye. And now I just sound a bit depressing. All I mean is, that, that whole experience, was BIG. And I was sad to be leaving it. However, I'm sure I'll get back to somewhere in Africa again.

But anyways, wah wah wah. I was in LONDON! And not Luton this time, but actual London. I had half the day to chill and then the next morning I headed up to Belfast to visit Jenny who left the trip in Nairobi.

I took a train to Chester and another to Holyhead, which is in Wales. Then I took a ferry across the Irish Sea to Dublin in Ireland. Then a transfer (in which I sat on the top of the double decker bus) then another train from Dublin to Belfast in Northern Ireland.




Here it goes

I'm sorry. Yes, this is a "mirror photo". But I had the top all to myself and the best way to illustrate that with me still in the picture was with this handy dandy mirror. At least I'm not making a duck face, doing a ridiculous pose or making the peace sign!:


And see that wee backpack and the hand bag? That's all I had with me. I have learned to travel light!


It sounds complicated, especially when I could have just gotten a flight (like I did on my way back) but it was a great way to see some English, Welsh, Irish and N. Irish country side. And, folks, they weren't lying. There ARE lots of fluffy sheep grazing on grassy rolling hills.

And some beautiful scenery.








I also saw a platform 31 and 3/4. An Irish Harry Potter?




- Sent from Africa using my iPad