004 IRELAND
Nevertheless, we laughed so much that tears were streaming down
our faces. Surprisingly, we managed to cycle the six kilometres north
to set up camp. By evening, Esther referred to her bike as Silver as it
bucked and kicked and appeared somewhat unwilling to see Ireland.
Belfast - Cushendall – 69 kilometres
The next day, it dawned bright and sunny. The weather was beautiful,
and there wasn’t a breath of wind. With Ol’ Silver loaded and packed,
our route followed the coast, an incredibly scenic ride, especially in
such glorious weather. The road continued past numerous coastal
communities and steep white, limestone cliffs. The coast was littered
with ancient ruins, from the Red Bay Castle to the ruins of the
Ardclinis Church.
Esther must’ve fallen over at least five times before arriving at the
coastal village of Cushendall. At camp, she didn’t bring the bike to a
halt as most would but instead flopped over, to the surprise of the
other campers. Good thing she wore a helmet. Still, 43 miles (70
kilometres) were managed that day.