|Belfast City Hospital|
|The House of Soviets|
On the internet before setting off next day, Thursday 15th May, there was quite an entertaining news story about a CIA agent (Tsyerye’ushchnik in Russian) being caught red-handed in Moscow, with some rather chortle-worthy accoutrements, including wigs and several pairs of sunglasses, though the spook himself didn’t appear to see the funny side. Unusually, directly outside the hostel that morning there was a bomb scare; once given permission to escape from the temporarily closed-off area, my rucksack got caught slightly as I tried to bow down under a police cordon. Heading south I came to a place called Dunluce NHS Health Centre and, thanks be to God, was able to make an appointment to discuss inoculations at 10.30 on the next day morning (Friday). Near the edge of town I identified a bothy behind a derelict house which might later prove useful, and continued on through the pretty village of Moira, amid a welter of union jacks. An information hoarding provided details of a major battle here in AD637, fought between the forces of King Congal of Ulster and his rival Domnall II, High King of Ireland, of the Uí Néill (O’Neill) clan, who is believed to have emerged the victor after a fearful week-long fight. Then, not particularly late, reaching Magheralin I decided to settle for a place to sleep in a disused garage, whose walls were daubed with Loyalist graffiti which fell somewhere short of the spirit of the Good Friday Agreement. Before Bedfordshire I enjoyed reading part of a mill-dewed copy of Sir Robert Louis Stevenson’s Galloway-set adventure story The Master of Ballantrae which I found there.
 The Apostle whose appointment by the drawing of lots is described in the Book of Acts, and who is traditionally believed to have preached the Gospel, and suffered martyrdom, in Africa.