Ah yes, the good craic. I don't think it's possible to have bad craic, even in Northern Ireland, which forms part of the United Kingdom and is separate from Ireland. That's what the Irish Republican Army is all about.
After my night in the car, I fortunately heeded the words of the Lonely Planet (yet again) and took the coastal road from Belfast to Derry via the Giant's Causeway. It didn't disappoint and would be right up there with the Great Ocean Road as one of the world's most beautiful and awe inspiring drives. It was hard keeping my eyes on the road.
The rock formations at the Giant's Causeway - more than 40,000 of them - are unreal. Words might be able to describe them, it's just that I can't at the moment. Instead, here's a photo of me with some of them, although the picture hardly does the causeway (or yours truly) any justice at all.
Then it was off to a nice bed and breakfast on the outskirts of Derry. The thought of sleeping in the trusty Toyota had again crossed my mind, but my back and other people's noses applauded the decision to have a hot shower and somewhere comfortable to sleep.
The road signs actually refer to the city as Londonderry. The name is a subject to the long-running dispute between nationalists and unionists (read my IRA comments above).
True to form, I took heaps of pictures of the many murals in Derry providing reminders of the country's violent past, which was just as well, because on returning to Belfast later in the day, I consequently got lost and ran out of time to see the other murals there.
It was a costly side trip but one that I don't regret making. Now, I have to make the decision where to go next as from a month today, I'll be back on a plane to the United States of America. Pardon the pun, but time is flying.