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with sophisticated hiking gear , chatting animatedly . Switching off the engine , we chatted for more than half an hour , a bunch of Irish kids approached us as I said goodbye to everyone . There was no one on these roads , except those friends and kids hiking .
After the short break I tried to start the bike and there was nothing . I screwed everything up , the battery no longer held charge . I was alone and had to push the bike a long distance before being able to bump start the bike on a downhill slope .
Discovering a Moto World I was able to replace the battery and purchase some new boots before continuing on my way .
Crossing the border into Northern Ireland , I landed at the Youth Hostel in Bushmills where the receptionist allowed me to park La Más in the inner courtyard . That reassured me . I don ' t like to leave her on the street . I had a good rest and woke without rain riding to the Giants Causeway , an impressive sight , consisting of monumental hexagonal stone formations . One of the wonders of the world .
Entering the Republic of Ireland
once more , I passed through Letterkenny again , and before arriving at my destination , I had to complete a “ mission ” in the village of Ramelton , where I parked in front of a Pub & Lounge to make some important inquiries . I needed to find a pub where my friend Stanley used to drink a Guinness every morning with the pensioners , over fifty years ago at a time when the Irish government gave them a stamp entitling them to a Guinness a day , free of charge . With the high iron content of this beer , it was almost medicine .
The pub was the Conway Bar and I ’ d found it . Explaining to the owner ' s daughter what I was doing before photographing the pub to send photos to my friend , now in Canada , I ’ d kept my word and gave him joy .
Bernard , a friend from Bunk A Biker Ireland , was waiting for me in Breenagh . At the reception , a couple of Talisker whiskeys , who knows how old , put me in gear and we talked for two hours , eating homemade cake . I went to sleep with a smile on my face , of course .
In the morning , I got up early and got ready . Down in the kitchen Bernard was waiting for me with breakfast served . He ’ d made me a sandwich for the journey and filled my thermos with tea while suggesting a stop at Griananof Aileach , a circular castle on Greenan Mountain overlooking a spectacular panorama of Lough Silly , Lough Foyle , and Inch Island to the north . It dates to the eighth century and is a scared site dedicated to Saint Patrick .
The day took me to meet Lisa , who is the manager of Infinity Motorcycles in the city of Belfast . Lisa was waiting for me with a pasta Bolognese that she ’ d baked in the oven and a bottle of wine .
The next day was the last and I rode to the harbour . Exhausted , I found a B & B , completely soaked I checked in .
“ What time do you want breakfast ?”, asked the old man who opened the door .
“ At 5:45am ,” I replied . He smiled and guessed that I had to catch the 8:01am ferry to Bilbao . He told me that he would bring me a complimentary piece of cake for breakfast and that the coffee in the electric coffeemaker was good , but as
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