A day in Belfast: Journal #3

Entering Belfast, I could almost feel the tension. There were remnants of walls with barbed wire and there was graffiti on all of them. No one checked our passports when we got off the train, which I found weird. But two men were at the exit waiting to help people like us. We took the free bus to the city center and within minutes I was in the midst of a vulgar conversation with some teenage girls and two people had yelled to me that Belfast is a "shit hole". The initial vibe I got from the city was that it was dirty, dingy and dangerous. We got on a five pounds bus tour (in the rain) and it took us to the dry dock of the titanic