This is, as promised, the post of the great Game of Thrones adventure in Northern Ireland.
As a Game of Thrones fan, I must warn you there are some spoilers. Not anything super recent, and I’ll try not to be a butt about it. But if you’re hardcore and haven’t finished last season—which you should, because damn—don’t read this post. Click follow on the blog and pick up next time when I tell you why I had the best day of my life while wearing a Viking helmet, or maybe why the real Titanic museum is less depressing then all the others I’ve visited.
So, the husband and I were determined to see some Game of Thrones magic while in Ireland. We tried to find some on our own with reasonable success. There are a ton of day-long Game of Thrones tours you can book, and a ton of them have great reviews. But with only two weeks in Ireland, we were a little hesitant.
Then we realized we were going to be in Belfast in Easter when basically everything (including most restaurants) was going to be closed. So we booked a full day Game of Thrones bus tour that promised a real lunch stop.
I was little hesitant about spending a full day on a bus with strangers, but it was great!
First off, the drive along the Northern coast was magnificent!