I felt like we were teenagers loitering outside the 7-eleven while we waited for our black cab to show up. Turns out that all that loitering was for nothing as our black cab was actually blue and the driver had been there all along approaching random strangers to see if it was us. It may have been a rocky start but it wasn’t long before he whisked us away and began telling stories of the rich Catholic and Protestant history in Belfast. I could rehash his stories and ruin the experience but I won’t. What I’ve decided to do instead is share some photos of the places we stopped at along the way as I think these stories are best told by the cab drivers taking people around their city. For the record, I also believe mine was a Protestant but he never really did tell us in the end like he promised!