After the airport, where I last posted, we bussed to the capital of Northern Ireland: Belfast. I expected people to be asking me whether I was Protestant or Catholic at every streetcorner, half drunk and looking for a fight. Instead, everyone was friendly and helpful, if at times completely unintelligable.

On the second day in Belfast we went to watch the Super Special stage of Rally Ireland. What this means is we saw world-class racing drivers try to get the fastest time around a track centered at Stormont Castle. It was a pretty good evening, but not as exciting as the Rally stage we saw out in the country, next to the much smaller town of Eniskillen. We were hopping farmers' fences and running through their fields to get a better view of the track, and at times we were within arm's reach of the cars that were whizzing by at 100kmph.

The other worthwhile thing we did in Belfast was take a bus tour out to the Giant's Causeway. We drove along the Northeastern coast, some of it known as the 'Causeway Coast.' The scenery was picturesque, as were the towns.

So we've landed in our final home away from home, a sheep farm and wonderful house east of Eniscorthy. We're in perhaps the southeastern-most county of Ireland, save a couple between here and the coast. It is Lukas' aunt's home, and we'll be doing some sheepwork quite soon.