Day 2 - Arrive Dublin - Drive to Derry

The 6+ hour hour red-eye flight has allowed me to par-sleep and I am ready to brave the 'right-hand' to drive 3 hours to Derry. Finding my bags promptly and car hire counter as the farrrrrrrr back of the terminal, I am keyed and pumped to endure the drive in the rain/hail/sun changing weather of Ireland. I am ok to drive on the right hand side - I mean left - of the road and had done so several years earlier in the UK. Entering the car I re-tuned my brain and kept repeating left, left, left. All good,all going well traveling North along the M(insert number here) towards Derry. Minor bumps twice as the left wheel hits the curb - more right - bear hard to starboard!! Arriving finally in Derry to the UoU -Easy to find the campus hard to find the residence. As I stop at the fourth locked parking gate, a car stops behind. Thinking I am blocking another visitor I leave the car and excuse myself as I am lost. The drivers are equally lost Parisian parents, who are also picking up a daughter as the residence. At the end of my broken French and their better English we jointly decide that we are still lost despite the some of our dual-continent knowledge and combined information and agree to go it on our own. Minutes later after the 17th route around the city, I spot the sign and residence entrance. The French have arrived before me, only minutes. I meet (squeeze,kiss,hug) Aisha in Cell Block 5 Cell 7. Marginally better than what I imagine would be a minimum security prison. Being the last convict to be let out she has gathered all the remaining prison traded food, including scrumptous cheeses a yogurts and crackers. Prison life can't be all bad.