Fly walking

The taxi ride to the flat was entertaining. The four suitcases fit in the trunk just fine but the golf bag rode on the girls' lap in the back seat. And the driver was lost. No matter,  moved in and were in serious risk of jet lag crash so went for fish and chips an maps.
Felt a little better after that so I continued walking east towards a tackle shop I had contacted from home while ladies went shopping in the mall next to flat. I love getting away from city's center and tourist stuff and into the parts where the natives live. After a couple of klicks was definitely there. Even a bit on the rough side.
But I found Henry's Tackle Shop and he loaded me up on Irish flies, stories, and comparisons with Texas. Basically sportsmen and conservationists are universal. The other guy in the shop was a big Stevie Ray fan and we spent time discussing Lightnin Hopkins et al. Good stuff.

UCF vs. Penn State. ... really?

Was definitely time for a pint at the nearest pub.