Northern Ireland was quite and interesting experience. My first night I stayed on a small island in the middle of a city, where I was met by a young Hungarain man who cannoed me to the campground/canoe club thing, where we kind of found ourselves stranded the next morning. Then as I tried to buy beer upon entering Belfast, I notices I had lost about $100. The big shocker came from when I was walking through the downtown mall, and noticed a bunch of people crowded around a store that sold TV's. I pushed my way to the front to see the first plane hitting the towers. Moments later came the second plane. We all have our feelings about that day, but what made it strange for me was to be overseas, and wondering if there was a war going on at home. For day's I was curious and clueless. Within a few days I would be in the hills of Scotland, out of touch with all media, still not knowing what was going on in the US. What was so Ironic was that it was much more common for me to be in the US, watching pictures of bombings in Northern Ireland, not the other way around.