United Kingdom & Republic of Ireland 
day 14  August15, 2005  York, England
We hopped the bus to Dun Laoghaire, and Lisa was worried it was going the wrong way. It wasn't. Then we took a ferry across to Holyhead, England in Wales. Lisa fell asleep, but an old man woke her up and told her she had to move because she was going to fall off the stool, but she wasn't because she'd been sleeping a long time.
We took the first train to Manchester. On the train, there were little kids - a baby girl, a 3 year old boy, an 11 year old boy, and a 12 year old Boy. They were messing around with the 3 year old's balloon sword, whacking people that walked by. Jon eventually took the boy's sword and humorously taunted him with him, pretending that he might pop it. This might sound like torture or vicious teasing, but it really wasn't. The kid's mom was laughing because she'd been warning him something might happen to it for at least a half an hour.
At Manchester, we had less than 5 minutes to run 14 platforms to catch the train to York. We made it. Lisa's an amazon woman with that rucksack.
In York, our room, in a nice B&b 5 minutes from the city walls, had a funny ceiling with low beams all over the place. The Lindin Lodge, the B&b we were staying, is nice, but they didn't have any rooms for Tuesday because of the York horse races.
We went to the 7:30pm Ghost Hunt, where we met an older couple named Al & Susan. We walked the whole tour with them. The tour leader wore a black top hat and black suit and overcoat. He was melodramatic and scary-voiced the whole time, but the tour was funnier than scary, by design.
Jon had to stand back in the corner and later play a trumpet because he was the tallest, smartest, most goodlooking tourist.
After, we got McFlurrys, the only ice cream available at 9:30 at night and wandered until we found a Borders, where we bought our book: Jon's a British version of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. It had different words than the American version. Then we called it a night. When we returned, the B&B owner offered us an exclusive room next door in his newly renovated home for the same price. We were the first people to ever sleep in that bed. Consider it broken in.
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