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The wicked A team hit the road.

Donegal, Ireland


We woke up nice and early today and were filled with a sense of fun, adventure, independence and freedom. Today we were to hire the “Wicked Van” for a week. I’m not sure if you’ve seen these vans before, but basically they’re old vans that are brought and painted over with various forms of graffiti art, turned into camper vans and hired out. We hired ours in Belfast as the Republic of Ireland don’t hire vans out easily, something to do with insurance we were told. The only problem we encounter was the fact that the hire place was soooo far out of Belfast (an hour or so) so, we had the hire man, Dave come and pick us up, which was nice of him, mind you, we had to pay for this. Nothing in the UK is free. The drive out was pretty nice and we chatted to Dave the whole way about this and that, he had a really good irish accent, one of the strongest we have heard so far I (chris is writing this little bit, for a change!) could beraly understand him when we was explaining where to pick us up and stuff over the phone but once we got in the car with him it was a little easier to understand what he was saying and we drove the first part of the “Causeway Coast Road” that Dave informs us is rated as one of the most beautiful raods in the world. It is pretty cool, there are a lot of ruined bridges and buildings by the side of the road that look older than the hills.
We eventually got to the camping ground that was also the home of the Irish contingent of “Wicked Vans” we were issued the “A Team” van, it was black with a red stripe like the van out of the classic 80’s TV show and in case that wasn’t enough reference it was also covered with A-Team logos and cartoons of the charecters. On the back is the slogan “we aint going on a damn plane fool!” the van is kitted out with a kitchen at the back that you access by opening the back door (this also gives you some cover from the rain that WILL be bucketing it down when it’s time to cook, this is Ireland after all) there is a double bed that converts into to benches and a table for daytime use. There is also some outdoor tabes and chairs folded up in the back just in case we see the sun (as if!) We were well impressed with our ‘home’ and took off with a happy smile.

We drove a little way before stopping at the Rope Bridge, which is, just as it sounds. Now I (Em’s taken back over writing, it’s a tag team effort today it would seem!) am not so fond of heights really, and I am really really not a fan of open water spots, so the ocean is definantly not my friend. To get to the rope bridge you must first walk a km, up and down slight rolling hills which is nice, and you get amazing views of the cliffs and the waves crashing against them, causing huge sprays. “Ahhh, lovely” you think to yourself as you stroll along. Then you come to a steep downward slant “no matter” you think “it’s not too bad… til we come back up” but then you see it… A little rope bridge that swings out over a large drop to the ocean. It wouldn’t have been so bad I don’t think if the traffic conductor man hadn’t made us stop for so long as to let others on the other side pass first. It gave me far to long a time to stand and observe the very large drop that was to be IF the rope bridge collapsed, and then I heard the traffic conductor man say “ohno, this bridge doesn’t have any nuts or bolts, it just has special knots” my heart began to race. It was now our turn… bugger bugger bugger! I couldn’t back out now a) we’d paid a decent amount of pounds for this ‘experience’ and b) there was a large queue forming behind us pushing us along. My heart began to pound, I heard waves crashing below us, the shrill sound of seagulls that made it seem as if they were laughing at me and I took a step out, and then went “NO NO NO!” and turned back to the safety of land. I was acting like a big girl. Chris who had gone ahead of me hadn’t heard my large protest and pathetic race back to the safe land. He made it across okay and turned around, expecting to see me behind me but was surprised to see me practically hugging the ground. We stood with the bridge between us doing frantic sign language, he beckoning me over, me frantically shaking my head, but eventually I thought to myself “well, this is bloody ridiculous, just do it already!” So, taking large lungfuls of air, stepped out. I was terrified. I got to the middle and it began to sway and rock with the wind and I almost threw myself down on all fours to crawl across, but I didn’t, I swore instead and began a very fast walk across the remainder of the bridge and threw myself at Chris. I was shaking and my legs were weak, I couldn’t talk, but I had done it. I vowed loudly “I’M NOT DOING THAT AGAIN!!!” but then was hit by the realization that bloody hell, I have to get back now! We looked at the view, we looked at the bird life that was in abundance and we sat and rested. I was congratulated by a stranger for my brave effort of crossing the bridge, he admitted that he was just as bad and that if we went halfs we could hire a chopper to get us off. I contemplated it as did he, but it’d be too expensive we decided. On leaving I psyched myself up for the return and this time, I wasn’t sooo bad, I ran across without stopping or pausing, despite Chris yelling at me to stop for a photo (was he mad?!) I got to the otherside where Chris got a shot of me with a big smile on my face, relieved that I lived to tell the tale!


We then realized the time was getting on, but we decided to take a quick stop at the giants causeway, which, if you’ve seen the tesalated pavement in Tassie, would understand. It’s similar to what we have in Tassie, though it’s more like a stair case here. Impressive, particulary seeing as it goes for a while, but we didn’t stay long.


We thought that we would drive until we found a nice park to stop for a night, but just like the saying “a watched pot never boils” we couldn’t find a silly park to save ourselves! Typical. We drove and drove and drove, it was getting darker and darker and wetter and wetter out. Our mood was not that of glee. We went down roads that claimed “beach” but were bitterly disappointed. We thought that if the Irish have to advertise their beaches there must be SOMETHING there, but there wasn’t!!! No little car park, no turning spot, no nothing, just big barricades between you and the ocean. Typical.

We continued on, hungry, cold, tired and gloomy. For a minute there I contemplated the sanity of our camper van hire, but then I saw it, a beat up little sign saying “port” Well, there must be something at a port right? So, with a sudden left hand turn we found ourselves bouncing along to a nice little spot where we could set up our camp! Hoorah for port!

We pulled over, set up our camp stove, turned the van around for a wind break, set up once more and began to cook our dinner. Then it happened. Car after car turned up, 6 of them, all circling and leaving, stopping, sitting in their cars for a while then zooming off, going right down to the jetty and sitting in their cars some more, eventually there was 6 cars just hanging around a couple of people got out and wandered between the cars having a chat. Em and I (tag! It’s chris again) gathered all this info from covertly sneaking glimpses from our van as we had already drawn all the curtains and we didn’t want them to know that we were watching them watch us! A lot of theories were suggested as to the cause of this strange activity down at this “port” including and not limited too: drug dealing, smuggling, IRA meeting, planning meeting on how to remove unwanted visitors from area but we settled on “lack of a decent pub in the area” as a viable reason and with this and that fact that the majority of the guys and their car being pretty senior we decided it was safe enough to let our utter exhaustion win and we both fell asleep.



permalink written by  Chris and Emily on May 27, 2009 from Donegal, Ireland
from the travel blog: Europe 2009
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Great post and pics, thanks for sharing!

permalink written by  Argentina Travel on May 29, 2009

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