Tiredness, jet lag, disappointment, and a big dose of self pity made my summer travel adventure more challenging.
But the seatbelts on the bus to Londonderry made the challenge even worse.
I choked as I strapped in, “AHHHHG-GAAAAGGGG!’
The seatbelts had torturous qualities with malicious intentions of strangulation.
“Seatbelts must be worn!” our tour guide said after our group boarded. Click. Click. Click. We all dutifully obeyed.
This compulsory seatbelt law in the United Kingdom must have an ulterior motive. Either to slowly kill tourists by constriction or to prevent their return to their country.
Welcome to Liverpool
Everything in Liverpool is Beatles. The Fab Four Cafe. The Beatles Story Museum. Giant poster in a restaurant window announces the Beatles knock-off band, “The Cheatles.” Bus tours go to Penny Lane (there really is a Penny Lane); to Strawberry Fields and John Lennon’s childhood home. Beatles smile at you from colored t-shirts sold in every shop.
…Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes…
The weather is windy and biting cold in Liverpool. “Not our usual weather for summer,” a Liverpoolian explains. (This is summer?)