My mission this morning is to visit the Apple store. My MAC won’t charge with just the converter. No problem with my android PC tablet…but those twitchy Apples..

Getting behind in documenting my work….it’s driving me crazy.

Also need to secure transportation and lodging for my next stop. I’m ready to leave

Belfast. I can’t understand anything they say. someone described it as..”they talk as if their mouth is full of marbles”.

Planned to take the ferry from Belfast to Liverpool. Wanted to go to Liverpool, since I was a wee lass… since the British Invasion…the Beatles. It began my love affair with all things British. When I met people from England..I said, “ I want to visit Liverpool”. They replied, “ But that’s an industrial town”… “yeah, but there’s where the Beatles are from”. I still plan to get there…

Started booking and found that the ferry from Belfast to Liverpool is 8 hrs!!?? I thought it was about a couple of hours. I don’t think I can handle that long on a ferry. It’s certainly cheap, 20 lbs. After much deliberation, I’m flying to Manchester..

Got to Apple store in the Victoria Center. Its beautiful, a shopping center that both inside and outside, incorporating the old buildings with the modern. Didn’t do any shopping other that apple, I have no room in my suitcase.

Had to purchase a new charger, 65 lbs, or US X1.7$. Ugh!

Walked around town, saw some sites. Fabulous architecture all around.

The City Hall is very impressive.

Stopped into a lovely restaurant for lunch, had home made mushroom soup.

I love how they bring you a whole pitcher of water, instead of asking for refils.

Delicious!

Back at the Paddy’s, the stag party is still going strong! They are still drinking…are really loud, and adolescent acting…lots of bathroom humor. Can’t believe the things boys get away with… rubbing their butts in each others face, simulated sex with each other, at the same time making anti gay slurs…I’ve been around boys all my life…never seen such.

The groom, pulled down his pants, pulled his penis back under the perineum.

“You wanna see my “man gina”. I said, actually it’s a “man vulva”. Oh god, grow up.

Guess I have to cut them some slack.

Of course they are ribbing me, of course. This one young drunk guy of the group, William, is following me like a puppy dog…talking to me…as I am trying to type and catch up on my work…I can’t understand a thing he says.