Era

The Irish Era of the expedition is drawing its curtain, the actors retiring, and props going into storage, for I (its star) am going to Brussels, a city I passed through on my way from Paris to Amsterdam on a bus. Unfortunately I did not really notice it, as I was engrossed in Neil Gaimans Neverwhere at the time, but if I had I am sure I would have something more to say about it.

Ireland has been good. Simply that.
I have enjoyed my tenure here immensely. I can now tell a horse the general direction in which I would like to travel and with a certain amount of luck the horse should then set off in said direction. I am also very well acquainted with the leavings of said horse. I have learnt that if someone says "Wheres the crack?" in ireland it means "Wheres the Craic?" or wheres the fun? in normal english, of which there seems a distinct lack in these here hills.
I have also seen more water falling from the sky then I have witnessed in six months back home.

I do leave with regret however, as I do with most destinations I have called upon, because I have seen little of this startlingly green country besides the farm and Dublin, and have met more Canadians than Irish. But as with any problems encountered while traveling, you must look to your goal, stick to your plan and find the next horizon.