A cold blustery morning found Joyce and I wending south on the a-1 from Belfast to Dublin. About twenty miles into our trip a huge rainstorm blew in from the west. My navigator missed our split and we somehow managed to get on the A-3 headed west. Being in no particular hurry we just kept on driving, not realizing our mistake. Every road we passed had a sign reading Dublin. The first two or three signs said Dublin 90 kilometers and the next one said Dublin 94 kilometers, then 96 kilometers and then 101 kilometers. Something was amiss. We exited A-3 at the next crossing, somewhere near Mazetown. There we went through the check-point from northern Ireland into Ireland. Getting directions we we wending back east when we came into Mazetown. There on a bicycle was a police man who waved us down and asked if we had anything to declare, and I declared that they shoul mark the highways better. He laughed and sent us on our way. Only 35 kilometers farther away than we should have been. Next, Meeting Ben and Kathleen Hogan Bill Tait