Day 19: Sleeping with ghosts

Day 19 - Sunday, April 8th 2018: Belfast to Carrickfergus 24 km / Total 401 km, 13°C, cloudy

I was quite happy to leave the city, and to be back on the road again. As when I entered Belfast, I had to leave it by its industrial zone, but, as it was Sunday, it was very quiet, and I could follow the cyclist path most of the time, until I reached the sea again. And when I met the sea, I also met the rain again, and got wet once again! So I made a stop in Carrickfergus, where I found a coffee shop and decided to write a little bit there, while my phone was charging and until the rain stopped. When the sun was shining again, I decided it was time to find a place for my tent. I didn't found any B&B or AirBnB cheaper enough there, and there was no couchsurfer to welcome me, but I saw a place quite isolated closed to a salt mine that could be good for my tent, just outside the city. Well, unfortunately, there was a closed gate on the path to the place I wanted to go, like so many times here. So I follow another quiet path, in the hope to find a better place. Suddenly, at the end of the path, there was an abandoned house with an ancient cemetery just aside. I crossed the cemetery (no one's been buried there since 1999) cause on the other side of the wall, there was the perfect field for my tent. Problem: if I can get over the wall and throw my backpack, I'll never be able to come back (the field was lower than the cemetery). Shit! I spent a moment thinking if I was going to sleep in the cemetery or not. I don't believe in ghosts or spirits, I was absolutely not afraid of that. But it's weird, and I know people could find it disrespectful. Well, to be honest, the dead don't often have some company (I almost fell into an open tomb once, and laugh about it in the middle of the cemetery, how many times the dead can hear someone laughing ?), so finally I thought it was not going to disturb them. So I put my tent, where there was no tomb (in order not to sleep over the dead, but aside), and hope the worms won't get out and try not to think about the dead body (not the moment to think about "Thriller" by Michael Jackson). In fact, in my tent, I'm like in a cocoon, and I have a little candle so it was perfect. Apart from trains, planes, and sheep, it was quiet, and I've not been disturb by the neighbours. So, yes, I slept well in a cemetery. Weird I know!