Published by Swiss James on 06 Jan 2008
Around Donnygirl
This is the last thing I’ll write about Ireland for a while, honest. Tomorrow it’ll be back to bad Chinglish translations found on the box of snack foods.
I must mention though that I had a great time driving around the coast of Donegal with Neal, a fellow camera geek, Liam and Megumi (both of whom visited me last Spring). It’s all small deserted sandy beaches and mists rolling in off the mountains around there.
In a supermarket where we stopped to buy chicken, they had pots of home made jam, local bread, and everyone knew each other.That level of familiarity would freak me out if I lived there:
“Ah hello there now Shamus [irish for James], I see you’re buying the big bottle of whiskey today. Will I put some Lucozade Sport in the fridge for you?”
“I think you better had Tony. I’ll be in in the morning for me Sunday papers, the Lucozade and 3 packets of bacon- so I will so I will“
[That last bit was to be read in a comedy Irish accent by the way.]
[[Much like the one I kept trying to perfect all weekend- which nearly got me lynched]]
Throughout the morning and afternoon Neal would drive around for a few miles whilst we all listened to The Smiths, then when he saw a nice view we’d jump out of the car to take photos for 30 minutes.
It was great stuff. In fact if Neal was a vibrating massage chair that could cook lemon meringue pie, I’d be down on one knee to ask for his big ginger hand in marriage before anyone could stop me.
