Thursday 29 August 2013

Post card from Belfast ( Northern Ireland) Nov. 2012


Europa hotel in Belfast

Life is slowing me down but I found a reason for going abroad again this time to Belfast, not very far but still over the sea to another not so foreign land. The beautiful city of Belfast torn by war was also the place my husband went for his business. Last time I got any where near Belfast was in 1995 when I and my husband caught a train from Dublin to Belfast and stayed inside the Belfast train station to meet my husband’s friend. All throughout the troubled times my husband often use to tell me that he stayed in the most bombed hotel in the world during his business trips: The Europa, five star hotel in Belfast. I went to see The Europa. Though the title has been taken away by a hotel in Beirut (my host in Belfast told me, but Wikipedia disagree), my visit to the hotel and in fact to the rest of the city was very interesting. With a helping hand from my host (5W member) we travelled via the train to the city centre. The train station I was in 1995 had a good face lift but I could not but notice that there were lots of sad looking faces travelling through it. The hotel Europa had been given a face lift too and seemed it never went through any bad times, it was business as usual.

The city of Belfast is small, beautiful and had undergone considerable expansion and regeneration around the main Victoria square with lots of interesting architecture to admire. The city main shipping industry well known for building RMS Titanic is now part of history in newly built Titanic Exhibition Centre in the heart of Belfast. The Giant Causeway just outside the city is another extraordinary sight to visit along a deserted rocky coastline. Sadly, Belfast has not shaken off its past and the visitors to this beautiful city and its landscapes are very few. When I was there in November during the start of the festive season (Xmas market and lights etc..)  trouble started in the centre of the town over the use of the British flag and I was lucky to escape the horror which followed my departure from the city. I saw it all unfolding, minute by minute on my TV at home. 

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