Stranraer

Today we had the chance to board a huge, fast, modern ferry from Belfast,  Northern Ireland to Stranraer, Scotland. Before we even left we were told what a waste of time this would be. Horrible, terrible, stupid, and awful were a few of the comments we received when sharing travel plans. So bad was our decision, we were told, that we should forfeit our tickets and just go somewhere else...anywhere else. The Scottish port town was described as devoid of any appeal whatsoever. So boring that ANY other activity would be a better substitute. Undaunted, we stuck with our plans and sailed to Scotland. As it turned out, the sleepy town turned out to be a sleepy little place that was completely unexciting. Not that unexciting is a bad thing. We wandered around the town for hours, took pictures, had tea, and enjoyed the sunny day. I can see why our Belfast friends warned us against going. I would probably do the same. As it turned out, however, boring was good. At least today.

Walking along during the day, my friend found a two pence coin on the ground. Seeing him pick it up, an old woman said, "Better spit on it for good luck." So he did. That was the excitement for the day. I've had worse days.