Croatia: Zagreb – City of Museums

Is this the most depressing museum in the world?
Is this the most depressing museum in the world?

On my first trip through the former Yugoslavian countries I spent a weekend in Zagreb which I really enjoyed.  I thought Zagreb was a nice city and there was a lot more going on there than in Ljubljana.  It didn’t have a castle, however it did have a disproportionate number of museums for a city of that size.  I managed three of them including what is possibly the saddest museum in the world, the Museum of Broken Relationships.

Beautiful glass ceiling in the Palace Hotel
Beautiful glass ceiling in the Palace Hotel

I got the bus from Ljubljana to Zagreb, I’d booked online and taken note of the reviews and I made a good choice, it was a nice comfortable double decker with tables in it.  I didn’t bother trying to go upstairs, there were spare seats downstairs with a table and a man already in the bus (it had come from Munich) helpfully pointed out that the two forward facing seats at the first table were unoccupied.  It wasn’t far to Zagreb so I wasn’t sure why it was going to take so long to get there, but Croatia aren’t in the Schengen Agreement so we had to stop at the border and all get off the bus for a passport check leaving Slovenia and entering Croatia.  It seemed a bit mad to me that I’d been crossing all these borders in Europe without any passport checks and yet when I transferred from one former Yugoslavian country to another I had to have a passport check.

The Palace Hotel was once the haunt of Hollywood stars
The Palace Hotel was once the haunt of Hollywood stars

I stayed at the Palace Hotel in Zagreb, once the hotel of choice in Zagreb for the Hollywood stars, it’s got a lovely old fashioned lobby and very modern lifts that I couldn’t work very well.  Instead of buttons the lift had one of these touch panels, like on a mobile phone or iPad, except I kept pressing and nothing was happening!  Sometimes it worked first time, other times I was pressing and it just wasn’t lighting up.  No one else seemed to have a problem, I must have had too delicate a touch!

The Cheese Bar only serves Croatian produce
The Cheese Bar only serves Croatian produce

I wasn’t bothered about doing too much for the rest of the day, it was almost 4pm by now.  I knew several museums were open late, but I had a bit of a wander round and found a place called “The Cheese Bar” off the main square.  It only served Croatian cheeses and wines (and some Croatian meats which, as a lifelong vegetarian, I don’t touch).  So I ordered the cheese plate and looked for the grape varieties I hadn’t tried before.  I thought I’d have a go at the whites that night.  There were 4 grape varieties I hadn’t tried before, so I tried them all.  They were reasonably priced and all but one were pretty good.  I wouldn’t bother with Skrlet again.  There were 3 young lasses sitting at the table next to me.  This older bloke came in on his own, sat at another table next to them and then imposed himself on them.  I could hear him attempting to chat them up.  At least he didn’t ask to sit with me!

Delicious Croatian cheese is best enjoyed with Croatian wine
Delicious Croatian cheese is best enjoyed with Croatian wine

By the time I’d finished my cheese and wine I just wandered up to the corner of the square where they’d set up a stage for Vintage Zagreb.  I’d been able to hear some of the music while I’d been in the cheese and wine place, I was sitting in a kind of outdoor conservatory.  But I could hear much better from outside and I wouldn’t have expected to hear a singer and a jazz band playing “Won’t You Come Home Bill Bailey” in Croatia’s capital.  It was a bit of a strange mix though because all the old cars they had in the square were American ones from the 1950s.

An original snowmobile in the Technical Museum, the most visited museum in Zagreb
An original snowmobile in the Technical Museum, the most visited museum in Zagreb

Next day it was pouring with rain all day, so a good day for museums.  I started out with the Technical Museum, not normally the type of museum I’d go to and the reason I went was entirely the fault of a Sacramento heavy metal band, Tesla.  They named themselves after the inventor Nikola Tesla who was born in Croatia and on all of their albums they gave information about Tesla.  So I was playing Tesla music and went to the Technical Museum.  It’s the most visited museum in Zagreb because of all the school groups that go there.  It also had a large number of parents taking their children there this Sunday morning.  I can’t say it really grabbed me.  The most interesting part for me was the bit about the environment, sustainable energy and old household appliances.  They seemed to have a lot of sewing machines for some reason.  There were some cars and planes and the original snowmobile.

The ultimate revenge!
The ultimate revenge!

There was also a tour down a mine that they’d built in the museum.  The only problem was, the tour was only in Croatian.  In fact, a lot of the information was only in Croatian.  If they’d done the tour in German or French I could have followed it reasonably well, I could have got the general idea in Italian or Spanish, but Croatian, no chance.  The only word I could make out was “bauxite”!  But walking through the mine was okay.

It was the same story with the Tesla experiments, the man doing the experiments only explained what he was doing in Croatian.  So when something happened I could see it, but I can’t say I fully understood what was going on which was a shame.

A tragic tale of love, heartbreak and suicide
A tragic tale of love, heartbreak and suicide

Much easier to understand was the tragic Museum of Broken Relationships.  Everything was in English, a lot of people from Sleaford had contributed, as for some reason, when the museum toured in 2012, it went to London and Sleaford in England.  Is Sleaford a particularly bad place to live if you want a lasting relationship?

The ex axe was used to chop up the ex's furniture...
The ex axe was used to chop up the ex’s furniture…

There were some tragic stories in there, but some amusing ones too, the woman from Colorado who took the toaster when she moved out “that’ll show you, how are you going to toast anything now?” and the lad from London trying to persuade an Australian girl to stay in England by writing a list and first thing on his list was “Alton Towers is quite good”.  How could anyone possibly consider going back to Australia after that?  And then there was the ex axe where a man from Berlin went away on business for 3 weeks to the States and his girlfriend was heartbroken.  When he got back to Berlin she told him she’d fallen in love with someone else and was moving out and would come back for her furniture in a fortnight.  He bought an axe and by the time she came to pick up her furniture it was firewood!  But there were the tragic stories too.  Very good museum.  There are a few more of these elsewhere in the world now, but Zagreb had the original concept, this was the first of these museums.

Rather more lighthearted - a persuasive list to keep an Australian girl in Britain
Rather more lighthearted – a persuasive list to keep an Australian girl in Britain

Finally I went to the Museum of Illusions, expensive for what it is, a few holograms and trick rooms with sloping floors or lots of mirrors.  I did get a photo of infinite Hayleys which is much scarier than the ghost walk I went on that evening.  The ghost walk was a bit lame, the stories weren’t very scary.  I’ve been on ghost walks in England, mainly in York and ghost walks are something that we English do very well.  So this didn’t really compare.  But I got a 2 hour walk around parts of the city I hadn’t seen in the dark, so it wasn’t all bad.

Infinite Hayleys in the Museum of Illusions - a terrifying prospect!
Infinite Hayleys in the Museum of Illusions – a terrifying prospect!

I went back to The Cheese Bar and had my 3 favourite cheeses and tried 3 red Croatian wines, again grape varieties I hadn’t come across before. There were several brands of the most expensive red grape variety I hadn’t tried before and I asked the waitress if there was one she particularly recommended. She told me which one she thought was the best and it wasn’t the most expensive one. I was really impressed, it proved to me that the staff really were committed to giving the customer the best experience and not purely motivated by profit. They brought me a piece of chocolate tart when I’d finished my cheese, said it was on the house, they must have appreciated my interest in Croatian wine and my patronage two evenings in a row.

So all in all, I really enjoyed Zagreb and I would go back there, although I don’t know if I’ll be passing that way again.  I will return to Croatia, but as Zagreb is inland and most people head to the coast, the capital isn’t a convenient stopping off point if you’re touring the Dalmatian coast.  But if I do manage to get back to Zagreb, there are plenty more museums to go at.  And plenty more wines!

I travelled to Zagreb on the first weekend in October 2016.

I stayed at the Palace Hotel in Zagreb, one of the original grand hotels in the city and former favourite of Hollywood stars. It is located in the city centre close to the railway station.

I visited the original Museum of Broken Relationships – the best museum in Zagreb and possibly the saddest museum in the world. Entrance costs 40kn.

I visited the Technical Museum which is the most visited museum in Zagreb. Entrance costs 20kn. There is limited information in English. The museum is located slightly out of the main centre of Zagreb, an approximate 15 minute walk.

I visited the Museum of Illusions in Zagreb. Entrance costs 40kn.

I enjoyed Croatian cheese and wine at The Cheese Bar located just off the main square on Ulica Cesariceva Slapa. All produce is Croatian.

I travelled to Zagreb by bus from Ljubljana with Arriva who are part of the Panturist company. They offer cross border bus transport on comfortable, clean coaches from Munich to Zagreb via Ljubljana. Journey time from Ljubljana is 2 hours 15 minutes which includes the cross border passport check.

For more on my travels in the former Yugoslavia, read about my visit to Ljubljana.
Ljubljana – My First Taste of the Former Yugoslavia

Slovenia: Ljubljana – My First Taste of the Former Yugoslavia

At Lake Bled, Slovenia's most famous tourist destination
At Lake Bled, Slovenia’s most famous tourist destination

For me, the countries that made up the former Yugoslavia suffered from a huge image problem for a long time. Growing up in the 70s and 80s when Eastern Europe was communist, gave many people a tainted view. Communist countries were associated with oppression, thought of as grim, grey, dangerous places run by dictators. They were countries shrouded in secrecy thanks to the Cold War, no one really knew what they were like or what was going on there.

In Britain in the 1980s, there was a tour operator called Yugotours, who ran package holidays to Yugoslavia, which seemed to be the only communist country that could be visited with relative ease at that time.  Even so, from what I can recall as a young teenager, Yugotours holidays had a reputation for being cheap, using substandard hotels and the packages being pretty low quality. So Yugoslavia didn’t exactly come with a glowing recommendation.

This was further compounded when the wars broke out in Yugoslavia in the 1990s and the news was full of images of a country being destroyed by bombs.

The Škocjan Caves are part of Slovenia's world renowned spectacular karst cave system
The Škocjan Caves are part of Slovenia’s world renowned spectacular karst cave system

So all of those elements completely overshadowed everything else and it never even occurred to me that these areas could have any sights worth seeing, a former communist, war torn country with low standard accommodation, infrastructure and services.

However, as I got older, communism had collapsed in Eastern Europe, the various countries of the former Yugoslavia recovered from the war of the 1990s, the Dalmation coast in Croatia began to gain popularity and got rave reviews for its beauty and I watched a travel documentary about Slovenia which gave me a bit of insight into this small country bordering Austria.

I began to think that there might be some sights worthy of attention in the countries that made up the former Yugoslavia, and in 2016, finally I got an opportunity to visit.

Driving over the Vršič Pass, this mountain scenery was not what I would have expected to see in the former Yugoslavia
Driving over the Vršič Pass, this mountain scenery was not what I would have expected to see in the former Yugoslavia

I had done a lot of travelling in the former Eastern Bloc countries over the past 15 years, including the Czech Republic, Estonia, Hungary and even Russia and I generally loved them.  They were countries full of fascinating historical sites, beautiful cities and spectacular natural attractions. So there was no reason why the countries that made up the former Yugoslavia would be any different.

I was travelling to Slovenia, my first former Yugoslavian country, from Prague and it was going to take me all day to get to Ljubljana by train. I first took a train to Vienna which was fine. I had two more trains to go and then I’d be in Ljubljana.

Vienna Main Station was easy to navigate and I’d paid €5 to upgrade to first class which gave me access to the airport style lounge with free drinks and snacks, a much more pleasant way to spend an hour and a half than waiting on the platform.

Sports promotion in one of Ljubljana's city squares and the Alps in the distance
Sports promotion in one of Ljubljana’s city squares and the Alps in the distance

It’s a nice journey through the mountains to Villach, although I could only enjoy this to a certain degree since I was watching the timings for getting into the stations. At one point we were 3 minutes behind. This generally would be no big deal. Except when you only have 7 minutes to change trains and I had to get from one platform to another with my heavy suitcases either carrying them up and down stairs or in the lift if there was one. I did make my connection.

The final train was going to Zagreb and stopping off in Ljubljana. When we got over the border into Slovenia, the train ground to a halt. Then a man came round to our compartment and kindly informed us that the train was “finished”. So we all had to get off this train and I had to lug my suitcases to another platform and onto this wreck of a train covered in graffiti. When I found first class, it looked no better than second class, just as well I got my money’s worth in the lounge at Vienna Station! This was not a great first impression of the former Yugoslavia for me. Had my past assumptions about good reasons not to visit the country when it was still Yugoslavia been correct and were they still true today? Was all of Slovenia going to be like this? Broken down and covered in graffiti? I hoped not. We were half an hour late getting into Ljubljana, the taxi the hotel had sent for me had decided not to wait.

The dragon is the symbol of Ljubljana and is commemorated here on the Dragon Bridge, one of the two famous bridges in the city
The dragon is the symbol of Ljubljana and is commemorated here on the Dragon Bridge, one of the two famous bridges in the city

The lifts were interesting at Ljubljana Station. I got into the lift, went up one level, the door opened, I didn’t get out quickly enough, the door closed and I went down again. At the lower level the door opened for a couple with a pushchair to get in, they weren’t quick enough either, the door closed and up I went again. But next time I was ready, standing right by the door and charging out as soon as they opened and a lad on a motorbike rode into the lift. I’d never seen that before either. Was he taking his motorbike on the train?

After ringing the hotel to send me another taxi it was getting late, I’d been travelling well over 12 hours. Definitely bedtime for me.

The next morning I walked from my hotel into Ljubljana city centre. After my initial trepidation about my first time in the former Yugoslavia with its broken down trains and graffiti, I had to admit that my hotel was very nice. And now as I walked into the city centre, I found Ljubljana to be a very pleasant city.

At the age of 90, Ivan Hribar, former city mayor, wrapped in the Yugoslavian flag, threw himself off the Triple Bridge to his death, no such drama in this photo of the landmark bridge
At the age of 90, Ivan Hribar, former city mayor, wrapped in the Yugoslavian flag, threw himself off the Triple Bridge to his death, no such drama in this photo of the landmark bridge

There was some sort of sports promotion going on in one of the squares encouraging people to try out volleyball or do chin ups at a bar and suchlike. I bypassed that. I walked up to the Triple Bridge that had been pointed out to me on the map by the hotel staff. This bridge connects the medieval part of the city with the new town and is the most frequently crossed bridge in Ljubljana. It has an unusual design with a pedestrian footbridge either side of the main bridge, hence Triple Bridge.

I found another square with more market stalls, the people on these stalls were advertising Belgrade and giving out free samples of alcohol. I had no intention of visiting Belgrade on this trip, I simply didn’t have the time, but I tried the free alcohol. Judging by the stuff I tried, that wasn’t a compelling reason to visit Belgrade either!

Much better was the ice cream from an ice cream parlour where I tried lemongrass sorbet and paradise chocolate which was white chocolate ice cream with bits of pomegranate and dark chocolate flakes in it. Then it was time for the castle.

View of the historical centre of Ljubljana from the castle
View of the historical centre of Ljubljana from the castle

I spent my afternoon at Ljubljana Castle one of the main attractions in the city. A funicular takes you to the top of the hill where the castle is located. The castle was originally a medieval fortress, however the present castle dates from the 15th century onwards.

My entry ticket got me into all the museums and viewpoints so first of all I went to look in the Puppet Museum, which was quite interesting, the puppets on display were very cute. You even have chance to try your hand at being a puppeteer, I wasn’t very good. But I did enjoy the museum.

Beautiful puppets on display at the Puppet Museum in Ljubljana Castle
Beautiful puppets on display at the Puppet Museum in Ljubljana Castle

There was an exhibition about beekeeping in the castle, because Ljubljana had been voted Green Capital for 2016 and they were very proud of this and were trying to raise awareness about the importance of bees. I had no idea how important bees are, according to the information I read, a third of all the food in the world is attributed to the contribution of bees pollinating plants. I learn something everywhere I go.

The dragon is also a symbol of Ljubljana. This fearsome dragon ruled the castle and demanded one virgin a year as a sacrifice and when it was the king’s daughter whose time was up, the king said any man who killed the dragon could marry his daughter. St George turned up, stabbed the dragon, but then a huge hole opened in the ground and the dragon was swallowed up into that. So some say the dragon isn’t dead. What I want to know is, there are so many European countries that claim St George killed their dragon, how many dragons did he kill? If he only killed one, where did that happen? Maybe I’ll try looking it up one day and be even more baffled than I am now…

Was the Slovenian dragon slain by St George, swallowed up by the ground after a bolt of lightning or does he still haunt the city?
Was the Slovenian dragon slain by St George, swallowed up by the ground after a bolt of lightning or does he still haunt the city?

It’s said that on a clear day you can see a third of Slovenia from the castle. I went to the top of the viewing tower and it was a beautiful day, so I imagine I did see a third of Slovenia from up there.

In the Museum of Slovenian History which is located at the castle, they had a replica of the oldest wooden wheel in the world, found in Slovenia dating back over 5000 years. The real one is in another museum in Ljubljana. I had a look around the museum and saw the replica wheel as I wasn’t going to have time to see the original.

I did a time machine tour at the castle, which was quite entertaining, four actors told you about life in the castle throughout history. There was an actor who played St George who said that he killed the dragon, but was far too busy travelling around Europe fighting other fearsome creatures to marry the princess, so he turned down the king’s offer and went on his next dragon slaying adventure.

Castle courtyard from the viewing tower - you can see a third of Slovenia from up here
Castle courtyard from the viewing tower – you can see a third of Slovenia from up here

The last one was the story of a former mayor of the city, Ivan Hribar, who said he wanted to build a funicular up to the castle and also put museums and restaurants there. That’s what is up there now and the funicular too, but interestingly, the mayor really did have that vision for the castle, more than 100 years ago. He was immensely popular but someone decided he had too much power and wouldn’t let him be elected any more after several years. Then he was offered the title of mayor again at the age of 90, but he wouldn’t have had any power. He refused the offer and in protest wrapped himself in the Yugoslavian flag and threw himself off the Triple Bridge to his death. At least he was 90 years old! But not a very nice ending for such a popular mayor.

After the castle I went to have a look at the Dragon Bridge, which is the other bridge in Ljubljana that you have to see besides the Triple Bridge. It has a dragon at each corner representing the symbol of the city. I did pass a bar with some great blackboards outside, my personal favourite was about unattended children. Whoever ran the bar obviously had a good sense of humour.

A novel way of dealing with unaccompanied children!
A novel way of dealing with unaccompanied children!

I decided I wanted a pizza for my tea and I found a recommended pizza restaurant that proclaimed “Our doors are wide open 365 days a year except in the years of the Summer Olympic Games. Then our doors are open on 29 February as well.” I thought there must be an easier way of saying you’re open every single day than putting it this way. But seeing stuff like this written down does entertain me on my travels. There was a lot of choice in the pizza restaurant. I ordered a glass of wine, but I found it difficult to decide what pizza I wanted. I kept sending the waiter away because I still hadn’t decided. Eventually on his fourth visit to my table I placed my order.

And that was the end of my time in Ljubljana. It was a very pleasant city, but it didn’t blow me away. On the other hand, I hadn’t come to Slovenia to spend time in the cities. I’d come for the lakes and mountains and caves. Like St George, I was moving on from Ljubljana in search of my next adventure.

I travelled to Slovenia during the last week of September 2016.

I stayed at the Ahotel in Ljubljana which is approximately a 20 minute walk from the city centre. Breakfast and free parking is included in the room rate.

I visited Ljubljana Castle on a Time Machine Tour. My ticket also included entry to the castle, viewing tower, museums in the castle and return funicular journey.

I bought my inventively flavoured ice cream from Vigo Ice Cream which is located in the heart of the city centre at the corner of Stritarjeva Ulica (Street) and Mackova Ulica (Street).

I ate pizza at Foculus Pizzeria which has an extensive pizza menu including more than a dozen vegetarian options.

I travelled to Ljubljana by train from Prague with changes in Vienna and Villach (and an unscheduled change at the Slovenian border!)
For the Prague to Vienna segment I booked online with Czech Railways
For the Vienna to Ljubljana segment I booked online with Austrian Railways
You book and pay for your tickets online and print them at home.

Northern Ireland: Belfast Black Cab Tour

A right pair of terrorists with their hands up at the Belfast Wall
A right pair of terrorists with their hands up at the Belfast Wall

Growing up in England in the 70s and 80s, it felt like hardly a week went by that the IRA weren’t in the news. IRA bombs in both Northern Ireland and England were constantly in the headlines and everyone was in fear in case the next bomb went off in their home town. However, following various political negotiations, things did calm down a lot in England. Gradually Northern Ireland was in the news less and less and everything seemed to have stabilised.

My first visit to Northern Ireland was in 2014 with my friend Betty, for a long weekend and as we both like to pack plenty into our trips, I’d booked plenty of things to keep us occupied, including a black cab tour which took us on a tour around the Belfast murals.

Marches continue to be a common sight through Belfast city centre
Marches continue to be a common sight through Belfast city centre

The black cab tour was a personal tour, fixed price for however many of us wanted to go, restricted only to the number that could fit in the cab, but there were just the two of us on this tour.

Our driver and guide, Steve, picked us up at our hotel in his blue cab to take us on our tour of North Belfast. Far from all the problems being over, I actually discovered during this tour that Belfast was still full of the troubles and tensions reported on the news 3 decades ago, but because there were no longer any bombs going off in mainland Britain, Northern Ireland didn’t generally make the news headlines. There were still items on the news about the marches from time to time, where the Orange Order wanted to march and follow their historical routes which passed through Belfast streets that were now Catholic areas. Other than that, most news about Northern Ireland related to fairly ordinary politics. However, Northern Ireland had hit the headlines again just before my visit to Belfast because Gerry Adams had been arrested a few days earlier. With all this in mind, we set off on our tour.

Mural depicting the legend of the Red Hand of Ulster on the side of a house on the Shankill Road estate
Mural depicting the legend of the Red Hand of Ulster on the side of a house on the Shankill Road estate

Steve said he wasn’t going to tell us whether he was Protestant or Catholic at the start of the tour, he was going to let us guess later. The black cab tours advertise themselves as giving a balanced view of the Northern Ireland conflict from both sides, so if I had a problem working out if he was Protestant or Catholic, he would have done a good job. Steve started off by explaining how complex the problems still were in Northern Ireland in general, illustrating this by telling us about someone brought in to try and negotiate between the two sides. Each side argued about what flag they should have and when the issue of the flag couldn’t be resolved, the arbitrator gave up, saying that if they couldn’t even come to an agreement about a flag then there was no hope for resolving anything else! This seemed to be a pattern in the stories told throughout the tour, even though these were supposedly peaceful times, no agreement could be met about anything and the conflict was still ongoing. The divide between the Protestants and the Catholics seemed just as bad as it had ever been, as I was to discover as the tour went on.

Controversial mural commemorating a Loyalist gunman on an end terrace house
Controversial mural commemorating a Loyalist gunman on an end terrace house

We first visited the Shankill Road estate which is a Protestant part of the city to see the murals, which are painted on the side of the houses. In theory, it was safe to walk around the Shankill Road estate on your own and look at the murals without a guide; the locals could tell who the tourists were. I decided against this for a couple of reasons. Firstly, if I looked at these murals without a local explaining them there was no context to them. Secondly, I wasn’t convinced it was as safe to wander around on our own as the literature claimed. The cab drivers all know each other and are known on the estates, so whether Steve was a Protestant or a Catholic, it didn’t matter, he was happily chatting to the other driver/guides bringing tourists to look at the murals. Some of the murals depicted Celtic legends and historical figures, such as the Red Hand of Ulster and William of Orange on horseback. Others were much darker and depicted the city’s recent past, such as the memorial to a Loyalist gunman who was killed at the age of 30 and the disturbing “Lone Gunman” painted in such a way the optical illusion made you feel that his gun pointed at you wherever you were standing. If you didn’t like these murals on the side of your house, it was tough, the alternative was to live somewhere else, but it appeared that the locals were keen to live in one of the houses with the murals.

The Lone Gunman seems to be aiming his gun at you wherever you stand
The Lone Gunman seems to be aiming his gun at you wherever you stand

After seeing the Shankill Road estate we moved on and Steve stopped to show us the high metal fences and gates that were present all over the city. He explained that these fences divided the Protestant and Catholic areas of the city and the gates were closed and locked every night and neither vehicles nor pedestrians could get through after they were locked. Some of the more dangerous areas were closed off all weekend. The roads weren’t opened under any circumstances once those gates were locked, not even for emergency vehicles. Steve said it would take you 45 minutes to drive from one side to the other once the roads were closed, so if your house was on fire, by the time the fire engine got there, it would have probably burnt down. This grim reality of life in Belfast in 2014 was a shock to me. I had no idea things were still so bad.

Our black cab tour (in a blue taxi) took us to the Belfast "Peace" Wall which extends a long way through the northern part of the city
Our black cab tour (in a blue taxi) took us to the Belfast “Peace” Wall which extends a long way through the northern part of the city

We also saw part of the Belfast “Peace Wall”. The name is a bit of a misnomer. It’s not exactly a statement of peace. The best that could be said about it was, it divided areas of the city and prevented worse fighting than already existed. It was basically the equivalent of a Berlin Wall that kept Protestants and Catholics apart. The Peace Wall doesn’t completely surround the city; instead there are several sections that were built throughout North Belfast. It was built to segregate the city, and unlike in Berlin, and as with everything else in Northern Ireland, the sides can’t agree on whether it should stay up or come down. The general consensus in 2014 was that the violence would escalate if the wall came down. This was the same reason that roads were closed every night. Again, like the road closures, I had no idea that Belfast had a dividing wall. Berlin was synonymous with its wall, Belfast wasn’t. Maybe with all of the other things going on in Northern Ireland people hadn’t really focussed on the Peace Wall.

As I mentioned, Gerry Adams had recently been arrested which had made the news headlines and there were still protests about a particular Orange Order march that couldn’t take place in full at the moment, because they wanted to march the historic route which would provoke violence as it passed down a Catholic road. Every day the march would start and be blocked by police when it reached the Catholic area to prevent violence, but the Protestants argued it was their right to march on this historic route, even if it did now go through a Catholic area and would consequently result in rioting. It all seemed a complete mess with no resolution in sight as there was no obvious solution.

The gates are locked every night so Protestants and Catholics can't cross into enemy territory
The gates are locked every night so Protestants and Catholics can’t cross into enemy territory

We then headed to Bombay Street, a Catholic part of the city that had witnessed a lot of violence in the late 1960s. The houses on Bombay Street backed onto the Belfast Wall and Steve pointed out the metal cage that was attached to the back of the houses adjacent to the wall. This was colloquially known as a “Belfast conservatory” and offered some protection from any petrol bombs or other missiles that might be hurled over the wall. This was Belfast? It sounded like Beirut!

The Belfast Conservatory is evidence of the shocking reality of living in some parts of the city
The Belfast Conservatory is evidence of the shocking reality of living in some parts of the city

Again I was overwhelmingly shocked that things were still so bad in the city in 2014. But this was the shocking reality of living in certain parts of Belfast.  Despite the danger of living in a house that backed onto the Belfast Wall, Steve said most inhabitants thought it was a privilege to live there. Bombay Street had a memorial to the terrible riots of August 1969 where the city was in the grip of bullets, petrol bombs and fire for several days. Innocent victims caught in the crossfire were shot dead; most of the houses on Bombay Street were burned to the ground.

Plastic bullets formerly used by riot police are bigger than Betty's hands!
Plastic bullets formerly used by riot police are bigger than Betty’s hands!

Steve also asked us if we’d heard of rubber and plastic bullets. I just assumed that they would be rubber or plastic versions of normal bullets, basically the same as blanks. Steve produced a couple for us to look at. It was unbelievable. Far from being the same size as normal bullets, they were enormous. Bigger than Betty’s hand. They were invented by the British specifically to deal with riots in Northern Ireland as a non-lethal alternative to traditional bullets. Unfortunately these huge missiles were difficult to control and the size of them meant if they hit someone they would cause serious injury and sometimes death. Thankfully they are no longer used by police in Northern Ireland.

We moved to another section of the Belfast Peace Wall and there was a lot of graffiti scrawled on this part of the wall. Steve gave us each a marker pen so we could add our names to it. After initially hesitating, I added my name to the wall. It seemed that everyone did this when they came on a Black Cab tour and the wall was covered in graffiti, so a couple more signatures weren’t going to make any difference. Now my name is on the Belfast Wall forever!

My name is on the Belfast Wall forever, although it's probably faded by now!
My name is on the Belfast Wall forever, although it’s probably faded by now!

Steve then asked us if we thought he was a Protestant or a Catholic. At first I’d been convinced he was a Protestant, but he had said a couple of things about Gerry Adams that suggested he might be a Catholic. Betty was positive he was a Protestant. I also guessed he was a Protestant, but with less conviction now. My instinct about him possibly being Catholic because of his comments about Gerry Adams proved to be correct. He was a Catholic. He also got us to put our hands up against the wall for a photo. He said that the police used to get Catholic protesters to put their hands up against the wall and stand there for hours, if he could do that for hours, we could stand there for a minute for a photo.

A couple of vandals defacing the Belfast Wall
A couple of vandals defacing the Belfast Wall

Steve then revealed a bit more about himself and his family situation. He was a Catholic, but his wife was a Protestant and they had to live outside Belfast because it was the only place where a husband and wife of different religions could live. He said it would be dangerous to live in either the Protestant or Catholic parts of the city when they didn’t share the same religious background. Steve said his father-in-law was in the Orange Order and when he first got married his father-in-law never spoke a word to him, completely ignored him even if they were in the same room. It was only when their son was born that his father-in-law started to talk to Steve. However, Steve’s son played Gaelic football and this was labelled as a “Catholic” sport and, for this reason, his father-in-law had never been to watch his grandson play, he couldn’t risk anyone spotting him there and reporting him to the Orange Order. It all seemed very sad.

Satisfied with our vandalism!
Satisfied with our vandalism!

I was also interested to know, were there atheists in Belfast? Were there people who were neither Protestant nor Catholic, that didn’t take one side or the other? Steve said everyone was either a Protestant or Catholic; Polish immigrants lived in the Catholic areas because Poland was a predominantly Catholic country and even Muslims were either Protestant Muslims or Catholic Muslims. It seemed completely ludicrous to me.

Remembering the terrible Bombay Street riots
Remembering the terrible Bombay Street riots

The final part of our tour took us to the murals on the Falls Road. There was a brand new mural of Gerry Adams following his arrest which wasn’t yet finished. Then it was the end of our tour.

It was a fascinating and thought provoking tour and I’d thoroughly recommend it to anyone who visits Belfast who wants an insight into what it’s like to live there even though the Troubles are supposedly over.

The road is closed every night and not opened under any circumstances - not even for emergency vehicles
The road is closed every night and not opened under any circumstances – not even for emergency vehicles

Steve said that it had only been 14 years since the Peace Treaty and you couldn’t expect the two sides to trust each other after only 14 years. My view was that if they didn’t trust each other after 14 years they never would. And if they had to lock up dividing gates every night so that people couldn’t travel between the Protestant and Catholic areas, it looked like they were no closer to trusting each other than before the peace negotiations.

At the start of the tour we were told we’d be presented with a balanced view which might make us change our opinion about what happened during the Troubles in Northern Ireland. I heard both sides of the story on the tour which Steve portrayed as fairly as anyone could have done, but nothing he said made me change my personal opinion on the conflict. Growing up in the 70s and 80s with the news filled with IRA bombings wasn’t something I was going to forget after a couple of hours on a city tour.

The problems in Northern Ireland in general and Belfast, in particular, are incredibly complex. It seemed to me that the Northern Ireland conflict had started almost 500 years ago, most people didn’t even know the origins of it, but it was still going on to this day.

Ulster mythological hero Cuchulainn depicted on a gable end
Ulster mythological hero Cuchulainn depicted on a gable end

I went to the Belfast Museum in the afternoon which gave more insight into the Troubles and what was happening in Belfast at the height of the Troubles.

And going back to the safety aspect of walking around the murals of Belfast on your own, it appeared that my instinct had been correct, walking around on your own was not a good idea. Later that very same day, there was a news report that a journalist had been attacked for taking photos of the new Gerry Adams mural on the Falls Road. There were reports of something happening in Belfast almost every day, the only difference was, the reports didn’t make the headlines in England any more. But the conflict was still ongoing and still very real.

Despite all of this, I loved Belfast, I thoroughly enjoyed my time there and I would definitely go back. And the Black Cab tour was undoubtedly the highlight of my trip.

We travelled to Belfast on the first weekend in May 2014.

We went on our cab tour of the Belfast murals with Paddy Campbell’s Belfast Famous Black Cab Tours . The cab will pick you up at your accommodation and drop you off there or at a convenient location in the city centre.

We stayed in Belfast city centre at Premier Inn Belfast City Centre located in the heart of the city within easy walking distance of all major attractions.

We flew to Belfast City Airport from Leeds Bradford Airport with Flybe. Belfast City Airport is situated conveniently 4 miles from the city centre.