People kept saying "the people in Ireland are Lovely", but I didn't imagine. It was kinda like coming back home to a mate from high school. I lined up for the ferry across to Ireland and within 10 minutes this other motorcycle rider offered to have me come to his house and spend the night. As it turns out there is quite a motorcycle scene here and he knows of a few races happening soon. These tiny winding roads? Could be fun. I checked to see if I had reception on my phone when we got to his house. It said 11:11. From a purely superstitious perspective, I have heard that that means you are going through a gateway. Really excited to see what comes my way in near and distant future. I miss you all.