Figure 8 On A Bike

After having our fill of cool hexagon-rocks and the rather shabby hostel it was time to pack up and hit the road back to Belfast. A concerning short-term forecast (as opposed to the equally concerning long-term forecast) had now become a full fledged named storm - Babet - which was supposed to start hitting Northern Ireland that same day. Babet, shmabet, we thought; the weather was going to be bad all the time anyway, and we needed to catch our ferry and get a move on to potentially more rock climbing. So we started that day of biking mentally prepared for terrible conditions, and at first it seemed likely, with grey threatening skies, burly winds, and cold temperatures. Stopping at Ballintoy Harbor along the way we nearly got blown off the rocks and into the ocean. We hid from the wind in a picnic shelter, and while eating cookies reflected on how maybe it was a poor idea to visit one of the locations used as the Iron Islands for the "Game of Thrones" TV series in October...

After a questionable amount of sleep the soft "ding-dong" of the ship intercom roused us at about 5:30 AM to prepare for docking in Belfast . We found an attendant to get us tickets for the bus off the boat (now we needed a *ticket* to use the bus to get on and off the boat??), drove 3 minutes through the dock, and found our bikes and the box truck with all our luggage. Reorganizing and reassembling into riding mode was a monumental task at 6:30 in the morning, with no coffee and only a little sleep, but thankfully the security guard on this end mostly just bemusedly watched. Unfortunately the nice-looking cafe that we'd plotted to spend a good hour or two in didn't open that early, so we hung out at a poorly-heated Greggs with mediocre coffee instead. What a long 24 hours. The main (and really only reason) we wanted to visit Northern Ireland was to see the Giant's Causeway, a true geological wonder. Northern Ireland hosts plenty of rock climbing as well, especi...