I'm back home now, sadly. I really liked Belfast and coming home always reminds me how much I hate living here. The room I was in, even though it had three other people in, people shouting outside on Friday and Saturday nights, and a ridiculous amount of traffic in the mornings, was still quieter than my landlady.

I don't think there was a single day with no rain; I have blisters; my legs ache from all the walking; I'm really glad I don't have to eat out again for a while; I really, really hate taking off; I was practically stalked by a guy staying in the same hostel; and there were other things that just went so wrong.

But, I really enjoyed myself anyway. And for everything that went wrong there were things that went right: the City Hall was impressive, I met some nice girls in my room (and one nutter!), I really enjoyed the fencing (I so want to go back to it now, but I just have to be able to drive there first), and I met a fencer on my first night who I got on really well with and hopefully we're not going to lose touch. Only trouble was she's Australian and I ended up supporting them more than England!

Tomorrow I'll post the rest of my photos and tidy up the tags and categories etc. The travel sickness pills have knocked me out so I'm not good for much tonight any more.

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