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Ultimately this was nothing more than a lads' weekend away facilitated by cheap flights from Leeds to Belfast courtesy of the Yorkshire-based airline Jet2 and an even cheaper hotel booking. Seeing Belfast at Christmastime sounded pleasant enough when I received the invite. The proposition conjured up evocative images of wonderful winter markets, bustling bars proffering mulled wine and the kind of grandeur only a city can possess. In reality Belfast was bitingly cold, I was sick and the bars offered freezing cold beverages when I was already frozen. A sightseeing tour on a bus meant that, despite everything., I did get to see something of this great city.
Ultimately such an experience would necessitate my return to Northern Ireland some nine years later. In 2012 I would return with a plan, a travelling partner and a hire car to do this enigmatic slice of Ireland/United Kingdom (delete as you deem politically appropriate) the justice it deserved. My second trip across the Irish Sea made sure I saw the iconic London/Derry Murals and the murals of west Belfast, the Giant’s Causeway, the wonderful Carrick-a-Rede Rope Bridge, the C.S. Lewis statue, the Northern Ireland Assembly at Stormont, the infamous Shankill Road, Belfast Peace Line, newly-opened Titanic Museum, iconic H&W shipyard cranes and, like meeting up with an old acquaintance, the Belfast City Hall.

Belfast City Hall complete with Christmas decorations.

Belfast City Hall at night.

Evocative revolutionary murals along the Shankill Road. Having grown up on the British mainland, I find this stuff fascinating.

The Albert Memorial Clock.