Hi there folks, it’s me again!
On easter monday Sven convinced me to make a trip up to the cave hill. It was very cloudy and windy in the morning, so I didn’t had much confidence. At lunch time I met with him in front of the „Fake BigBen“. Thanks to Mateusz, who has traveled there once, we had a directions, because Sven and I either are not well known for our sense of direction.
It lasted one hour to get to the bottom of the cave hill. On our way we went through a kind of slum of the city. The people there were looking a little bit poor and everyone, I swear everyone, was wearing sweatpants. It reminds me a little bit of Hellersdorf in Berlin, but with much less people in it.
When we arrived at cave hill we met some chinese tourists and went to the Belfast Castle.
