„There has never been a sadness that can’t be cured by breakfast food.“

(quote from Ron Swanson)

29th of April in 2018:

The fourth Sunday in Belfast arrived, and I didn’t try Irish or English breakfast yet. Nevertheless, I concluded, or rather Robert suggested it yesterday, to have it today. Son, Robert and I went to ‚Eat Street‘, a restaurant specialised for vegan and vegetarian dishes.

I didn’t mind to have a vegetarian meal once in a while because usually, I have dinner with Son and Tim, and they genuinely love meat. Surprisingly it was quite tasty. I think I want to try the non-vegetarian version as well while I still stay here.
Usually, a typical English breakfast contains bacon, sausages, eggs, toast, mushrooms, beans, tomatoes and tea or coffee with lots of milk and sugar.

Afterwards, the next point depended on the weather in Belfast. Either visiting the Belfast Zoo or visiting the Crumlin Road Gaol Belfast (a prison). Jenny wished for the Zoo. And we had sunny, warm weather, so we went for the Zoo. It was far away that’s why we took the bus there. It was my first time to travel by bus since I have stayed here.
The bus driver was very kind. She drove us a little further to the zoo instead of dropping us at the bus station. The path to the zoo proceeds uphill because the zoo resides on the slopes of Cave Hill. Walking a lot for the view was worth cause it was astonishing. I think I don’t need to explain everything about a zoo. So enjoy the pictures:

Jenny persuaded us to have dinner with them. We went to ‚Gaze‘. It is an Asian restaurant near to JDP’s accommodation. We shared the experiences and discussed the possible move to their housing. Mr Schlenger handed out advice for the asking to move.
At the moment the situation looks like that Son and I are staying at an not pleasant flat. I will write about in another article. Let’s root for the moving.
Having a good dinner, Son and I required taking the bus. Regrettably, we didn’t wave when the bus passed the bus station as Mr Schlenger taught us back in Germany. So the coach only passed the station. In the end, Son and I had to walk home. But it wasn’t bad.

-Huong Giang-