As soon as we were seated on the train to Belfast, I immediately found myself nodding off. I needed to hold on because I wanted to finish reading the interesting article about mesothelioma from the Health Magazine that I brought along for the ride. Needless to say, I was in la-la-land all throughout the ride and missed the awesome scenery on the way.
Two and a half hours later, we were at the Belfast Central Station.
The station is minuscule as compared to the Connolly Station in Dublin. There is a fast food area boasting of about four vendors tucked on one side of the area. The one odd thing that took place was when we got off the train, there was a railroad employee standing by the exit and he inspected our train tickets one by one. Isn’t that kind of odd? But then again, they must not have the electronic equipment to facilitate this yet. In fact, on our train ride back to Dublin, there was another railroad employee waiting by the entrance to validate every passengers’ tickets.