For those who are looking for pike in this
post, I must disappoint you (but I promise lots of them in the upcoming posts),
because like every fishing trip, you still have to get there first. And since
we had a 17 hour journey, I can’t go around it. So here we go…
I don’t know about you, but I can hardly
sleep the night before going on a trip. So when my alarm clock rang at 2 AM
(that’s really the most horrible hour to get out of bed), it felt like I didn’t
sleep at all. But I got up nevertheless to meet Koen and Phillipe to start our
journey.
We had to meet the other tree members of
our team in Calais (France)
to catch the first train to take us under the Channel to England, the so called ‘Eurostar’.
A train that rides underneath the sea, is
something you better not think about to much. But the reunion with the other
guys was more than enough to forget all about it.
So after half an hour, we
were ready to drive all the way to the other side of England.
And a long way it was. Especially since long
pauses in between were out of the question, we had a boat to catch or we would
be stranded for about six hours.
But we arrived in Holyhead nicely in time,
to have a bite to eat,…
…and check out how much we remembered of
the games we used to play when we were kids (some of us anyway).
After which we left England behind us to cross the Irish
Sea.
After a sleepless night, most of us didn’t
look very lively anymore (sorry Phillipe),
so after a while…
…our corner looked like this.
But taking a nap can do miracles, so we
still had time for other things.
Like watching Koen trying his first (and
last!) Guinness ever…
…although not all of us had that same
problem.
But finally we arrived in Dublin
(Ireland).
From where we drove an other two hours…
…with lots of glimpses of possible fishing
places,…
…to arrive at our final destination,
Ballinamore…
…to find our lovely home for the next week.
So the next posts will be all about pike
(well, mostly anyway)…
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