We landed into our home town of Omagh at 23:45, unsure if we would even be allowed into the pub, let alone be served a drink. Fortunately, barman Jason was on hand to open the doors and let us in. Despite two days of cumulative body odour and a pungent smell of garlic, it was hugs all round for the successful party of five. One local barfly tried to stir it up by suggesting that Tipperary is now officially two seperate counties - North and South - and therefore, technically there are 33 counties. We told him to shut the hell up.

The pint of Guinness in Omagh wasn't the best we had sampled on our unique and exhilirating journey, but it was certainly the most satisfying.