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Cally Phoenix
get desperate... |
After leaving the Tombstone
Rally we headed down the coast taking the scenic route to Dublin stopping
for lunch,petrol,fag breaks etc. Eventually we arrived at a toll booth
where there was a short panic we hadn’t changed any money to Euro,.
but all was soon calm as both Leather and Annie had foreseen this problem
and had euro’s with them. Into Dublin we headed then and stopped
at a garage to check Annies magic book to find lodgings. It was at this
point we discovered that there was a festival on. So we had a bit of bother
finding a bed for the night, including Dek being mistaken for a policeman.
Finally we managed to find lodgings at the hotel Ibis After a tour of
Dublin (cheers Dek).
After checked in, showering and getting changed then headed to the hotel restaurant where we were informed that they had a problem and all they could offer was brocolli and cauliflower soup, and panini’s (yum). We decided that we would head to a restaurant that we spotted on the way to the hotel, bad idea, it had started pouring and we got soaked before we had got 100 yards. So it had to be soup and panini’s… and man were they worse than they’d sounded. |
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Next morning
our Luck changed. Chris was on the ferry from Dún Laoghaire, the
rest of us where on the Dublin Ferry - but as lucky as that sounds…
that wasn’t the lucky bit. Chris’s ferry was leaving at 11am…
so was ours… “suspicious” we thought so a quick phone
to the Ferry company saved us from a bit of a TOTM moment as turned out
we weren’t getting the ferry from Dublin after all 
So we headed off through rush hour traffic to the ferry terminal, thank
fleck the sun had decided to rejoin us. |
 Dublin Port... or was it Dún Laoghaire ? |
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 Us at... Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgo gerychwyrndrobwllLlantysiliogogogoch. |
We then passed through Security… “Do you have a bomb sirs? Madams?” After answering no we boarded the ferry. A bit of a violent crossing… Chris in a totally unprovoked attack, kicked Dek’s ankles as they walked along the deck (Did you see what I did there ). Then Chris showed Dek how to make a chib from a news paper… then Leather showed Dek how to use it… poor Chris!
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After arriving in Wales and headed for the place with the longest name.... Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgo gerychwyrndrobwllLlantysiliogogogoch... (for those of you who don't know). After a beer, we headed through Snowdonia nation Park to the campsite. We didn't find the one we were looking for but found one with a pub attached so that was us sorted. Headed back to the town we had already came through for dinner and shops, then back to the campsite for a few beers. While in the pub we found out that heavy rock in Wales is tunes like "Babycakies" and "F*ck you right back". This is where Annie discovered her gift.......Annie can see dead people! Bizzarely… just like the movie… the man at the Fag machine didn’t realise he was dead!!! lol. ! |
Betws-y-Coed Campsite
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Chris shows off
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Set off next morning and
after breakfast, me and (The award winning) Elaina went off to visit
(The award winning) Elaina's pal, Viv from Wales, while the Weegie chapter
cut up Horseshoe pass to Rhyll. We met up later at the boarding house,
with Viv and husband in tow, by this time Dek had bonded really well
with our landlord, (the nightmares will go eventually Dek!) The 7 of
us headed for something to eat. Viv told us that Rhyll is the murder
capital of Wales. Smashing!! After eating in the pub, it was dark, all
the amusement arcades were open, but there was no one going about except
us, a bit like a Stephen King novel, so we heads for another pub, the
only thing missing was the duelling banjos in the corner (Oh I think
they were there too Leather |
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After this pub, our Welsh pals left and the next pub included delights like playing pool with cues with no tips, watching Chris being abused by two sweet wee girls with sherbert dib-dabs and ladies that can pee like they're pullin a pint. Lesson still not learned, off we goes and finds a social club which we were members of due to us residing in a local B&B, at least the beer was wet! |
Petrol (and food for Chris) stop.... |
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The next morning we Wales next day to head for Squires Cafe Bar, its about 12 miles from east of Leeds and 14 miles from south of York. Very hospitable and if you're ever down that way, it’s worth a visit, you wouldn’t be dissapointed, Wednesday night was hoochin and apparently that was it quiet!! We stayed for 2 nights during which Annie had a shower, coin operated, showers on, Annies in when she realised oh oh, no towel, poor lass had to blot herself dry with bog paper. Pub lunch in York, nice pub, good grub only spoiler was thieving bar staff , Leather left the pub, walked 30 seconds down the road before realising he’d left his fags on the table… went back, the landlady handed over lighter but kept fags, oh well her need must be greater than his :o/ . Dek and the ladies decided to go shopping and see the sights while Chris and Leather went to the dungeon where Chris got picked on to lead the party through the maze, is it coz he is ginger? | |
It was then we suffered a bit of good and bad luck. We were all all due to meet up at 5… but we changed it to 4, good job as when we returned to the bikes as Chris's tyre had a puncture, 45 minutes later with good team work, we were on our way!! It’s worth mentioning Chris looked damn good as a pillion complete with his tyre on his knee smiling as the pedestrians were falling foul of Leather’s constructive suggestions as to how the should cross the road better. Next morning, Chris tyre was flat again, so we had a wee detour into Leeds before heading to Storming the Castle… To meet up with Mike, Dixie, Alision and Christine. Thanks To leather for another fine write up |
Flat again |
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