While I was in Dublin with Ben, my crazy Irish friend Eimaer invited me last minute to go "up north" to a pre Halloween weekend party out in the country in Northern Ireland, about an hour from Belfast. Id never been to northern Ireland, so I agreed, with no idea what to expect. It was about a 3 hour drive from Dublin, so we arrived late on a Friday night to a tiny cottage out in the middle of nowhere, near the village of Downpatrick. Even though I technically changed countries, there was no border control at all, not even a sign saying welcome to the North. It turned out to be 3 days of hanging out at this cottage, talking, playing games, setting off fireworks, and dressing up in Beatles themed costumes. All in all it was unexpected, crazy, fun, and unforgettable.
We were really out in the country.
This was the road the cottage was on.
Right next to fields of sheep and cows.
Eimaer looking very 1800s reading under a tree.
pretty moss.
pretty blossoms.
old stuff.
The cottage!
The host Emmett warned us not to fall off the edge of the porch into the 7ft ditch, then fell off it himself.
Beatles party! Sgt Pepper and When I´m 64.
Norwegian woods.
Newspaper taxi.
Across the Universe.
Singalong round the table!
Penny Lane.
This sums up our weekend.
While I was in Dublin with Ben, my crazy Irish friend Eimaer invited me last minute to go "up north" to a pre Halloween weekend party out in the country in Northern Ireland, about an hour from Belfast. Id never been to northern Ireland, so I agreed, with no idea what to expect. It was about a 3 hour drive from Dublin, so we arrived late on a Friday night to a tiny cottage out in the middle of nowhere, near the village of Downpatrick. Even though I technically changed countries, there was no border control at all, not even a sign saying welcome to the North. It turned out to be 3 days of hanging out at this cottage, talking, playing games, setting off fireworks, and dressing up in Beatles themed costumes. All in all it was unexpected, crazy, fun, and unforgettable.
We were really out in the country.
This was the road the cottage was on.
Right next to fields of sheep and cows.
Eimaer looking very 1800s reading under a tree.
pretty moss.
pretty blossoms.
old stuff.
The cottage!
The host Emmett warned us not to fall off the edge of the porch into the 7ft ditch, then fell off it himself.
Beatles party! Sgt Pepper and When I´m 64.
Norwegian woods.
Newspaper taxi.
Across the Universe.
Singalong round the table!
Penny Lane.
This sums up our weekend.
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