BigSaltyDog

  Trip to Dundalk – Salty Adventures Chapter 5: Homeward Bound The bass was still thumping in Salty’s chest as they stumbled out of McKeown’s Bar just after 2am. The streets of Dundalk were alive with late-night chatter, taxi horns, and the distant hum of traffic on the bypass. Sarah clung to Salty’s arm, her blonde hair tousled from dancing, while Susan giggled as Finji tried to keep her upright in her heels. “Right lads, time to hit the road,” Salty said, fishing his keys from his pocket. The group trudged back to the silver Honda, the cold night air sobering them up just enough for the journey ahead. Salty fired up the engine and punched in the route home. The GPS flickered to life with its usual smug voice. “Proceed to the route.” Finji snorted. “Here we go again.” Sure enough, within minutes, the GPS sent them down a pitch-black country lane lined with hedges taller than the car. The road narrowed until branches scraped both sides of the Honda, making Sarah squeal and S...