Cushendall – Ballycastle – 32 kilometres
Packing up took forever and thus late when we cycled out of camp.
Shortly beyond the village of Cushendall, a sign indicated a scenic
route via Torr Head, which sounded rather lovely. However, the
warning, “Not suitable for caravans and coaches”, should’ve
forewarned us. This part of the Irish coastline is separated from
Scotland by the North Channel and the views are spectacular. Still,
our chosen path came with incredibly steep hills. Esther claimed she
didn’t fall over that day as she walked her bike the entire way,
resulting in blistered feet.
The descent into Ballycastle, a small seaside town in Ireland's north-
easternmost coastal tip, was pure pleasure. After waiting at the
bottom longer than usual, I rode back up to see if I could find my
friend. I came upon her walking down the hill due to a flat tyre. The
surprises were never-ending as we soon discovered Esther’s bicycle
wheels had no quick release and thus required a spanner. There
wasn’t much we could do but walk the bikes to the campsite. Every
man in camp had a suitable spanner, and soon the wheel was off, and
Esther was given a lift into town to buy a new tyre and inner tube.