Wow, sunny skies in the morning! I got up wondering why we weren’t docked yet, and the captain came on and let us know there was a ferry in the way. Pah, we’re much bigger than them. Ramming speed Captain!
View from the balcony, day 20
All aboard at 4:30 today, so we made our way out at around 10:15 and lucky for us there was a shuttle going up to the Armada Way pedestrian mall area. We rode in a double decker on the top section, but it was sticky hot up there.
Downtown Plymouth
And so we found another pound store but the line was insanely long, all the way back to the store. There was a huge screen TV set up in the plaza for people to watch the Olympics. Pretty cool.
Will this fit in my living room?
Armada Way and a stealth Neesh picture
We wandered in and out of Armada Way, stumbling across a vendors market tucked away on a side street. Besides the usual clothing and specialty shops, there were a number of butchers with some beautiful meat for decent prices. Time for a break and I had a Worthington’s Bitter. Yummy.
Looks good, doesn’t it?
There were an unusually large number of shops support various charities, such as Children’s Hospice, and Neesh found some good bargains for clothes there. This is a great idea, similar to Goodwill and the Salvation Army, just for other specific charities. I wish we had similar stores in the States.
We finally just had enough of walking, and decided to catch lunch on the ship. I saw a number of pastie shops which were driving me nuts with hunger, but Neesh wasn’t in the mood for them. Just as well, it started to shower, then rain as we made our way back to the bus, complete with a broken umbrella. I was hoping to make it down to the Barbican neighborhood with its diverse restaurants and pubs, but we just didn’t have the steam left in us, and Dublin is tomorrow.
Sailing out we were warned of heavy swells around 9:00 and sure enough they hit. We were bouncing up and down pretty good and I started to feel a little punky. I’ve been in worse seas, but there was something about the way the ship was bouncing that was upsetting my stomach. We caught the Irish comedian Paul Brogan at the late show, and despite that I was now feeling like utter crap, I enjoyed it very much – really funny guy.
Straight to bed for me after that. Laying down never felt so good.
Whys Neesh hatin' on da pasties yo!? Dem dere some good stuff! :)
ReplyDeleteIt is no surprise most Americans don't care for real Cornish Pasties....not greasy enough, not deep fried, no gallon of gravy oozing out no.....oh hell, now I am hungry!