Friday, June 2.
Headed to Dublin this morning as Frank and Barb will be meeting rellies in Dublin on the 12th, so we will take them around Ireland , anti-clockwise.
Arrived at camp ground in Belfast, same as last year, and after a couple of hassles with booking, caught the bus into the city Centre.
Haircuts done, girls were thirsty too.
Note the fence still in the background.
More of the fence which divides the Orange from the green. The gates in the fence close at 6.00pm, and reopen at 6.00am each day to keep them apart during the night. There is still a culture of them and us, and the Irish would be quite happy for the English to leave.
The old court house,
And across the road, linked by a tunnel, is the gaol. Prisoners went straight from the court to the jail and were secluded in one of three wings, Irish, English and the whistle blowers, (who were sent to either Australia or Canada with new identities).
More of that wall, 45 feet high.
Bobby Sands mural. He starved himself to death as a protest.
Very humbling and overwhelming. We in Australia think it is all over, but it goes on today. Not so much the bombing, but the gang mentality exists and is very obvious.
Back to Bess for dinner and refreshments.