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Well Scotland, Ireland and Wales was some of the nicest country I did see, somewhat like Norway. Ireland was quite like some parts of Spain, especially the small towns and country people. The nicest country seems to have the not-so nice weather. The country I have liked best is the Pyrenees mountains stretching along the frontier between Spain and France, the parts I have been thru. Would like to travel those mountains from the Atlantic to the Mediterranean.
From Larne I went to Londonderry via Glenarm, Cushendall, Cushendun, Ballycastle, Portrush and Coleraine. So this was different again. I remember coasts, cliffs, green-bluffs, stone-wall ruins, grey-sky, bluster and buster wind-torrents, battering me and my scooter like lancelot with a jouster blow-lance, running horseback onto my wind-shield. On one stretch of flat green, two lane grey-top, the head-wind was so furiously pummeling, I had to shift even into first-gear sometimes, on pancake-plain, like climbing a mountain. On scooter with wind-screen, it was like sailing, with the engine to guff the gale, show it who's boss, power my way through the torrent. The force was interpenetrate, fluid, give-way, tip and tap, no sudden battering halts, in hard miss-giving scrunch. It was manageable, if awfully flustered. Maybe the greatest sport, competing with the elements, as if they were weathermen of varying temperament, and some downright hostile in petulant sulky neighborhoods.
In such a battle the buffeting is constant and continuous, the exertion on high-density adrenalin-adroitness. One has to wonder to what extent luck plays in this life and limber-drama. All the study of body-space. Wonder if there is a science for it ? Body in space: walking, running, on-bicycle, climbing trees, swimming, skating, driving cars, dodge'em crowds, motorcycle, scooter; studies in everything that can and can't be done, or can and what-not.
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