The craic is mighty. I just got back from two hurling games in Galway. Hurling is comparable to a gang battle in which both sides promise not to bring firearms. The clubs that are used to play the game are capable of killing, and the players have no problem swinging them aimlessly. Helmets are optional, but for some reason only about half the players wear them. There was a team of six medics that would rush on the field every five minutes and tend to a players who had been severely maimed. The game was a blast to watch, but ended up in a blowout. Blogging has become a bit of a challenge due to numerous papers weighing me down. I'll try and maybe post a couple papers for anyone who is truly bored out of their heads.

This Wednesday I will be voyaging back to Northern Ireland with two friends. We are planning on staying in Rostrevor for two nights (at the home of my Irish relatives) and Belfast for two nights. When I get back I hope to write a blog about both my North Ireland experiences. Until then, working away on papers in Ireland

John Murray