Showing posts with label Belfast. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Belfast. Show all posts

Monday, November 4, 2013

I've been to... with Matthew - Northern Ireland

Today Matthew is adding to his series "I've been to..."


I've been to Northern Ireland.

Northern Ireland has been synonymous with “The Troubles” for most of my lifetime, so visiting Belfast was my opportunity to see the epicentre of the conflict for myself.

The conflict in Northern Ireland is a complicated one to explain briefly.  The population is made up of around 65% loyalists, in the sense that they are loyal to the Queen.  They are predominantly protestant.  Around 35% of the population see themselves as republicans, in the sense that they would like to see the 6 counties of Northern Ireland join the 26 counties as the Republic of Ireland.  They are predominantly catholic.

Things were complicated by the fact that the constitution of the Republic of Ireland laid claim to the territory of Northern Ireland, and people born in Northern Ireland could choose between British and Irish citizenship.

After suffering general unrest since the Irish war of independence in 1920, the troubles began in earnest in the late 60’s, and raged through the 70’s and 80’s, increasingly spilling over to the British mainland.  I moved to London in 1992, and the threat of terrorism was a daily fact of life.  London had developed a reputation of being a dirty city, but when you lived there you quickly realised that this was because the authorities had taken away all the rubbish bins.  They represented a very convenient place to hide bombs.

The tube was frequently suspended as any unattended package was assumed to be a bomb, forcing a shut-down of the line.  I clearly remember the emotions when being evacuated from a station because of a suspect package – you knew it was almost certainly it was a false alarm, but the IRA did leave bombs on tubes in 1991 and 1992 so there was a real sense of fear as you (and several thousand others) tried to leave the station as quickly as possible.  You can imagine the anxiety in the air.

The troubles became very real for me on December 10th, 1992.  I was living in North London, and I’d got home unusually early, so was watching the 6 o’clock news with my flatmate.  Suddenly, there was a dull whoomph, and the bay windows to the garden bowed inwards before vibrating violently for several seconds.  We looked at each other, and almost simultaneously there was a report on the news that the IRA had called in a bomb warning to our local tube station, which was about 1/3 of a mile away.

The IRA realised that murdering innocent British civilians was bad for their PR, so they generally issued coded warnings to allow the authorities to evacuate civilians.  The police were seen as weapons of the oppressive British government, and therefore they were “legitimate” targets – the plan was to kill members of the emergency services as they completed evacuations.

I must have been one of the last people to travel through the station before it was closed.  Nobody was injured in the attack, but as it turned out, the blast we’d experienced had been from the detonator.  The IRA had packed a van with a fertilizer bomb, but the bulk of the explosives hadn’t been triggered by the detonator.  I can only imagine the damage that the bomb would have caused if the entire device had gone off.

The Good Friday agreement of 1998 effectively brought the troubles to an end, although there is still tension and the occasional outbreak of violence.  The agreement saw a devolution of government to the country, with power shared between the loyalist and republican communities.  A referendum was also held in the Republic of Ireland, through which 94% of voters agreed to amend the Irish constitution, removing the territorial claim to the 6 counties of Northern Ireland.

Belfast today is a city which today shows the scars of its past, mainly in the form of the extraordinary murals painted on the many buildings.   

The Troubles Murals in Belfast

The Troubles Murals in Belfast

The Troubles Murals in Belfast

The Troubles Murals in Belfast

The Troubles Murals in Belfast

The Troubles Murals in Belfast

The Troubles Murals in Belfast

The Troubles Murals in Belfast

The Troubles Murals in Belfast
 
There are also a number of “peace walls”, large barriers built to separate the two communities.  Before the walls, a loyalist garden might back onto a republican garden, producing tension and conflict that the authorities could do without. 

The Troubles Murals in Belfast

It’s hard to believe that these walls can exist in your own country in the 21st century, as they look like they belong in see in Berlin or the Gaza strip,  But they are a reality and many of them actually have been constructed after the signing of the Good Friday agreement.

We took an open top bus trip around the city and experienced an echo of the bad old days.  The bus had to be diverted from its normal route down the loyalist Shankill road because of a demonstration taking place.   (This is why most of our particular photos show Republican imagery.)   It turned out to be an extension of a demonstration we saw outside Belfast town hall.

In 2012, a city council resolution limited the number of days on which the Union Jack (the British flag) could fly over Belfast to a maximum of 18 days a year, having previously been flown every day of the year.  Understandably, loyalists are extremely unhappy about not being able to fly their nation’s flag over the city’s main buildings.  It’s hard to imagine any other place where a group of politicians can decide to ban the flying of their country’s flag, but given Northern Ireland’s history, for the most serious issue of the day to be a dispute over the flying of a flag represents real progress.

The Troubles Murals in Belfast

The Troubles Murals in Belfast

It was fascinating to visit Belfast.  Tourism is growing strongly, driven in no small part by interest in understanding the troubles.  It is ironic that the thing that once drove the community apart is now something that brings it together.  We received a very warm welcome from everyone we met, and people seemed happy to finally be able to welcome people to their great city after so many years of isolation.


 We had a great time in Belfast.  We both felt very welcome and safe.
As Matthew mentioned, we toured Belfast on a double decker bus.
We chose a local family run business that did a decent job with the tour.
But, I will say that we felt very conspicuous driving through these neighborhoods snapping photos atop a big green bus.  The reality of the conflicts in Belfast are very current.
Looking back I would chose to take a Black Cab Tour instead.
They come very highly recommended and think it's important to hear this story.

Have you toured Belfast?  We'd love to hear your stories.






Friday, November 1, 2013

Titanic Belfast Experience

*I received two complimentary tickets for the purposes of review.

Titanic Belfast Experience

During our short stay in Belfast, we knew that we wanted to visit North Ireland's newest and biggest attraction.
Titanic Belfast opened to great fanfare in March 2012
just 100 meters from where the infamous ship was actually built.  

Titanic Belfast Experience

Titanic Belfast Experience

They do have some artifacts, but it's not a museum as much as an experience.
The building is gorgeous and was designed to be reminiscent of the hull of a ship.
There are nine galleries of interactive and multimedia exhibits.

Titanic Belfast Experience

A majority of the exhibit focuses on the Belfast of the day and the great shipyard of Harland & Wolff. 
Things are broken up by a short ride that takes you up and down
to see the builders banging on the rivets to build the behemoth ship.

Titanic Belfast Experience

The recreation of the cabins were very interesting.
We paid the extra £3 for the audioguides which definitely added to the experience. 
There is plenty to do and see and with ticket prices at £14.50, I felt there was great value for money.

Titanic Belfast Experience

Titanic Belfast Experience

We were lucky enough to be there when they were exhibiting the original violin and case
that belonged to Wallace Hartley.  He played on as the ship sank.
They later found the case attached to his body. 
The violin just recently sold at auction for £900,000 which breaks the record for titanic memorabilia. 

Titanic Belfast Experience

Titanic Belfast Experience

Titanic Belfast Experience

There is one gallery that focuses on the actual sinking and another small gallery
that focuses on the aftermath.  I didn't know that original reports went out after the sinking saying that
everyone had survived.  There must have been so much confusion.

Titanic Belfast Experience

Titanic Belfast Experience

At the end there is a underwater theatre showing a film about the discovery and investigation of the shipwreck.
You can use computers to explore the wreckage field.

Titanic Belfast Experience

Titanic Belfast Experience

It took us a few hours to get through the exhibit, but we could have spent several more hours.
There is a restaurant and cafe on site and a gift shop, of course.


Belfast is very proud of her industrial and maritime heritage.
They are still building ships at Harland and Wolff.
I highly recommend a visit to Titanic Belfast if you visit Northern Ireland.

Have you visited Titanic Belfast?  What did you think?




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 *I received two complimentary tickets to Titanic Belfast for the purposes of review.
All photos, writing and opinions are 100% my own.  
 As always, I promise to be open, honest and transparent with my readers.
If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask.

Thursday, October 31, 2013

A Moment in Belfast

When I was born, the emerald green blanket of English, Scottish and Irish heritage
was placed on me lovingly by both of my parents. 
It's such an American thing to ask.  "So, what's your heritage?"
And something that will often cause the Brits to roll their eyes (discretely, of course.)

But I grew up thinking that I descended from a magical land of kings and queens,
of fairies and celts and manly men like Mel Gibson in a kilt.
I would proudly proclaim that I was Scotch-Irish, with some Cherokee thrown in for drama.

(Scotch-Irish means something different than I thought it did.
It's much more specific and might still be true but I'm not quite certain.)

I grew up on these romantic notions.  So you can understand why I cried when I thought
I saw the queen in England, felt instantly at home in Edinburgh in Scotland
and dreamed my whole life of visiting Ireland.

After the plane touched down in Ireland, I took my first step onto the 
green, green grass of home tarmac and declared thought
"This.  This is from whence I came!  My people, welcome your sister home!"
I realize that I'm a complete goof but it was so cool visiting Ireland for the first time.

Belfast, Northern Ireland

We started our trip with just one short day in Belfast, Northern Ireland and loved it.
Matthew was really interested in visiting this city with its incredible history
which he will tell you more about in a post on Monday.
But I just want to tell you a quick little story about my first night in Ireland
that sums up my time there.  First I'll show you some photos of this interesting city.
I realize the combination of the two will make this a ridiculously long post,
but I just have to capture this and share it.  I hope you don't mind.  

Belfast, Northern Ireland

Belfast, Northern Ireland

Belfast, Northern Ireland

Belfast, Northern Ireland

Belfast, Northern Ireland

Belfast, Northern Ireland

Belfast, Northern Ireland


Belfast, Northern Ireland

Belfast, Northern Ireland

 Belfast, Northern Ireland

Belfast, Northern Ireland

Belfast, Northern Ireland

Belfast, Northern Ireland

Belfast, Northern Ireland

Belfast, Northern Ireland


After exploring the city all day, we were looking for someplace for dinner.  Like a child following the Pied Piper I was drawn into a pub just around the corner by the sounds of irresistible music.  The first thing I noticed was a group of musicians sitting around a few tables playing a variety of instruments, flutes, fiddles and drums.  Each musician with a pint in front of them at various levels of consumption.  

God, I love live music.  It's such a regular part of life in Texas that you take it for granted.  I didn't realized how much I had been missing it.  I sat down at the closest table that we could find with a huge smile on my face, not taking my eyes off of them.  There didn't seem to be any specific playlist.  One musician would start to play a melody on a flute.  Two others would quickly catch the rhythm.  Someone with a drum would then join in.  The fiddles would find their place in the mix.  The music would build up and you couldn't help but tap your feet. 

Every once in a while, one of the musicians would pack up his instrument, chug the rest of his beer and take his leave.  Another one would join the group in a constant rotation of instruments.  The door opened again and a young man entered with an older man.  Each of the musicians called out a a warm greeting to them.  The young man walked over to the tables to join in the session.  I noticed that he had Down Syndrome, but what really caught my eye was the beautiful Irish drum or bodhrán he removed carefully from the case.  It looked handmade with intricate ancient patterns on the hide.  The older man, maybe his father, set a half pint in front of the young drummer.  After a quick little sip, he tucked the drum under his arm and started playing.

As he played intently and with great skill, the young drummer caught my eye.  He gave me a beautiful smile, never missing a beat.  Talk about a travel moment.  I was completely enthralled with the whole thing, grinning from ear to ear and trying not to cry with pure delight.  With that one look he said to me with bit of cheek, "Welcome home, Sister, to the land from whence you came." 


I don't know if a place can be imprinted on your soul because once long ago
an ancestor was born, loved, lived and died there.

But Ireland is certainly imprinted on my soul now
because a young drummer smiled at me and played me an Irish tune.


Have you had a moment in Ireland?




Friday, October 11, 2013

Instagram Friday

Don't you just hate being sick?
I've been fighting a chest cold for what seems like weeks and it's winning.
My husband is begging me to go to the clinic.
Not so much that he's worried about me, but the coughing is driving him nuts.

I just don't have the inclination to edit photos for today's post,
so I'm going to throw a bunch of Instagram images at you and let you know what I've been up to lately.



 We spent a weekend exploring Devon.  England is just breathtaking.  I don't think I will ever get over the scenery.  Small coastal villages, patchwork green countryside, and animals grazing.  I love it.  And there's always a surprise.  What are your thoughts on Verity in Ilfracombe?  She's caused quite a scandal, but I kind of liked her.  When you eat scones, do you put on the cream and then the jam, or the jam and then the cream?
Apparently, it's a great British debate.



 We also spent a few days in Belfast, Northern Ireland.  We walked into a random pub one evening and had the most amazing experience.  A group of musicians were just casually playing and drinking beer around a few tables.  One would finish the last dregs of his beer, pack up his instrument and tell everyone goodbye.  Another would arrive to cheers of hello, unpack his instrument, order a beer and join in the melody.  Flutes, drums, fiddles.  It was absolute magic.  I'm getting goosebumps just thinking about it.  That has to be what heaven sounds like.




Then we hopped on a train south to Dublin, Ireland. Matt and I spent a few days enjoying Dublin before he returned to London.  I spent the rest of the week exploring Dublin and the surrounding area,  as well as attending TBex, a travel bloggers conference.  I had so much fun (and learned a lot, too).  Ireland is everything that I dreamed it would be and more.  I can't wait to tell you all about it.  Simply amazing.


As much as we love to go, it felt so good to have a weekend at home.
Last Sunday was such a pretty blue sky day so we decided to take a blanket over to Blackheath and just relax.
It was lovely.  

I'm writing this on Thursday in bed in my pj's watching old John Wayne movies.  We have another weekend in London to look forward to and plan to catch up with some friends.

In more news, I have an interview on Monday that I'm really excited about.
As much as I've loved not working over the summer, it's time to get back to what I do best... accounting.  Wish me luck!  It's just part-time, so I'll still be able to spend time on this blog that I've come to love so much.

Now I'm just going to be shameless and ask you to vote for us in the Avis A list Awards.


So is it cream and then jam or jam and then cream?