Flying back home

At noon I took a train to Belfast. The old ticket seller at Jordanstown train station was very nice. He told he would like to sell tickets also to some more distant location such as New York, not only Belfast. I asked him for ticket to Slovakia, but he had not. He asked me for pictures of Slovakia, so I promised to bring him some the next time.

My flight to Bratislava was from Dublin, and the check-in was overcrowded by Slovak workers going home for short holiday.