Eat, Drink, Recover. Repeat.

2 weeks on and I haven't posted my new years celebrations.
From the 28th dec (feels like forever ago!) to the 2nd of Jan, Wez and I went to Derry.

The first day was Baps birthday. 

Rather than drink ALL day, we started off with a fresh 

walk up to Grianan fort in Donegal (how irish?!)

 

some just can't hold their horses! 

Come evening time there was shots..

 and hugs..

 and dancing..

 and nipples.

For a day of recovery, we headed to the pub. (we invited the guys from Baps bday along, but at 2pm the following day, they were still at it O.o)
Sandinos is a local that holds a trad session every Sunday.
Random guys and women, old and young bring along their instruments, group in the corner, and fill the pub full of Traditional Irish song. It is truly awesome.. it scared my hangover, shakes and any worries I had far away! (I can't find my photo of it?! No justice in photos anyway, you'll just have to head to Derry and experience it for yourselves.)

Day 3.. Hangover recovery. Then off to bring in the new year at Keiths house!

More food..

 More drink..

more dancing..

 and 8am shenanigans!

These people in Derry can drink! They do not stop til the sun comes up. The sun would NOT come up!?
9am we called a cab and nursed in the new year huddled in Pajamas.
I didn't have a hangover as I had plently of time to drink myself sober. UK has changed me man!
So, I sat and took in the year as it was with a cuppa tea in our splendid accommodation.

On our last day, Wez gave me a mini tour 

about the 'city' before we headed to the airport.

    

Awesome trip! We were both knackered by the end of it.

2 weeks of lazing, eating and socialising can really take it out of ya!