On Monday morning Etienne and I rode from Portstewart through Coleraine to Belfast. The buses were surprisingly more difficult to work with on a Monday than a Sunday, but eventually I got all the way from the northern coast to Newtownabbey. I found where I was supposed to go without too much trouble. I was very glad to finally set my fiddle and 34 lb pack down, but a little disappointed to have to live out of the pack for at least another day, as the first box that I shipped had not reached Newtownabbey yet.
While exploring the campus that evening I was shocked when the first person I ran into was a girl from White Sulphur who goes to school in Billings. We even knew several of the same people. What a small world this is.
After a night of sleeping on a bare bed under a jacket with pants for a pillow, I started the international students' orientation. Not all the international students were there, but the larger European countries were represented, and about a quarter of the students were from the states. All those I spoke with were quite friendly.
One gentleman I talked to was a computer science student from Calcutta, India. He had worked there in tech support. It is very possible one of you had talked to him while calling Dell to complain about a computer problem. It's just funny to me to actually meet one of them.
At the end of the day I took a walk down the street to the shore. I admired the green hillside behind me, the port in the distance on the other side of the bay, and the ship headed to it.
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