This was the first typical Irish day filled with drizzle and clouds; all of the others were filled with bright sunshine. After a breakfast of an Irish BAP, fried egg and cheese on a soft bun and lots of bacon and breakfast tea, we went to the General Post Office to learn more about the Irish Rebellion. It began on Monday morning when the wealthy were dying Easter eggs with their children and the poor were trying to earn a penny for food and ended a week later with the execution of the rebels. British troops hurried in and subdued the rebels destroyed much of the city with heavy artillery, killing 65. The oldest a 65 years old man and the youngest a two years old boy. Lives were lost and changed. Rebel leaders surrendered and were summarily executed. Some were so weak from hunger they had to be carried to their execution. Finally Ireland won their independence and rid themselves of the hateful landlord system. The exhibition is masterfully laid out. Photos, posters, clothing capture the times beautifully. A long drive to the airport took us through poverty and wealth pointing out that times haven’t changed completely. Our flight to Glasscow was on a tiny prop plane and there was no team to off load the luggage. Waiting for our bags took nearly as much time as the flight. Our hotel is near city hall which is across from a touching WWI memorial. Equesterian statues of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert wearing traffic cones are just opposite the memorial. Obviously someone had too much ale and decorated the formal Queen and her Prince. WE are now on a train headed to Inverness watching the land become agricultural again. This area is also full of sites where the Scots tried to rid themselves of English Rule. The fight goes on. Two cyclists are trying to put their bikes in place on the train. Young women planning to ride from Inverness back to Glasscow an ambitious pedal to say the least.