Why Northern Ireland
Northern Ireland is one of those destinations that catches you cold. We leave for the Giant's Causeway, an extraordinary geological monument, and we come back transformed by Belfast, by its murals that tell the story of thirty years of conflict with astounding frankness, by its pubs where the musical session begins without warning. The country is small (barely 14,000 km²), but each kilometer of road carries a rare intensity.
The Causeway coast, along which the most spectacular road in the British Isles runs, concentrates in a hundred kilometers everything that makes up the identity of the place: basalt cliffs sheer on a gray-green sea, ruined medieval castles on promontories, rope bridge suspended over the void, and this northern light that changes every twenty minutes. The same coast was used as a film set for Game of Thrones, whose sets are now an unmissable pilgrimage for millions of fans.
To the south, the Mourne Mountains are a reminder that the country also knows how to be gentle and introspective: peat moors, cirque lakes, a granite wall that winds its way up 35 kilometres of peaks. C.S. Lewis, who grew up in Belfast, says he dreamed of this ridgeline when he invented the Narnia Hills. It's hard not to believe it when you're alone in front of the Slieve Donard in the early morning.
















