I want to put my head through a wall!

This morning began wonderfully as I was able to fully immerse myself under water for a relaxing bath. I've never been in a tub where I could stretch out and completely go underwater so it was rejuvenating start to a long journey to Sligo. I first had to go to Coleraine where I waited 45 minuites for a bus to Derry (as the Catholics call it. Londonderry if you are Protestant). This is the first time I truly noticed how heavy my bags truly are. In a battle between my 30 kilos of luggage and a toilet seat, my baggage won. I am usually stuck in the stalls and battling to try one piece of luggage out at a time so I can leave the stall. I got so frustrated travelling alone with this brick house on my shoulders that I swung the larger bag and a part of it nicked the toilet seat. Surprisingly, that was strong enough to unhinge the poor thing and the toilet seat came off.

I travelled to Derry where I had a 1.5 hr stop over there before my new bus. I had time to stroll through the lovely city was surprised when I saw how posh McDonalds is there. I even took pictures of the leather chairs and sofas, fancy trays and other eating areas. I also spent a lovely time in the Tower Museum where the guide told me about flickr.com where you can make comments about photographs and have other comment about yours. He also told me about pisa2 or pizza2.com where it gives you free software to improve your photos. He also gave me a lovely overview of the city's history.

I then spent three hours on a bus to Sligo when I had an alarming discovery. My money belt was gone! I am not sure whether it was stolen or lost in Belfast where I may have placed it in the drawer with the hair dryer. Every prolonged minuited seemed like an eternity as I waited to enter the city so I could contact the hotel to enquire about my money belt. They said no one reported anything, which means it must have been stolen. Despite my terrible fear of someone running around with my credit card (which I just cancelled) and the horror of having my pounds and euros stolend as well, the part that made me most sad was the card given to me by Ross, Kim, John and Paul was there. I wanted to keep them close to me, becuase it meant so much that they made a card and wrote kind words in it. Now it is gone! *huge sigh, want to cry*

I thought I could take relief in finally being able to do my laundry now that my late arrival means I cannot see anything in the city (so travelled about 6 hours to see my hotel), but they don't have self service laundry places here. I think it has to do with the Irish mentality of not renting and therefore why would you need to go out of your own home to do laundry? so I am now hoping I can order the laundry to be done while in Doolin and to take a few outdoor pics of Sligo. Now I truly must go and see if I can track down Vera and Iris' number so we can confirm details of when I land in Germany. Cheers.