Jen's Journal

He told me of his biking adventures and promptly offered me a cigarette. I declined and he appeared slightly offended, however, he and his son lit up and hovered around my bike asking questions about distance, destination and desires... (I tend to explain myself 6-12 times a day and have a concise response). He then offered me candy, disregarding everything I had learned in elementary school, I accepted. I couldn't stand to see that sad face of rejection twice. After a while I left the conversation and pedalled on to Giant's Causeway-EPIC. I then hit Bushmills for a tour and a nip, then on to Downhill.

Like every morning I had no idea where I would find myself in the evening, so as the day wore on, my legs started to tire and I started keeping my eyes opened for sleeping options. I headed down a hill and spotted a sign for HOSTEL. This one was a lovely Victorian house right on a picturesque beach. I signed in and meet my roommate for the night, Jana from the Czech Republic. She and I got a talking and decided that the water out our window looked mighty inviting and took off for the beach to have an evening dip in the North Channel. Brisk is one word, (f£@Ken cold is another).

We warmed up and I had a wonderful stroll down the 5-mile beach stretch as the sun was setting into the Atlantic.