The Henkster in Ireland
Trip Start Jul 11, 2005
62Trip End Apr 04, 2006
The time to enjoy a European trip is about three weeks after unpacking
- George Ade, Forty Modern Fables
I made it back to Ireland and didn't really have time to experience the come-down that normally accompanies a return home from a trip. That was because Meg was due to arrive in Ireland from Canada a few days after I arrived home. She did arrive and she spent a week here meeting all there was to meet, sampling an Irish St. Patrick's Day celebration in the process. I think she enjoyed her first sampling of Ireland, even if at times she looked a bit rabbit-in-the-headlights overwhelmed by it all. Upon Meg's departure back to Canada I spent some time getting organised, making sure my Canadian visa, the one I applied for on-line in Seoul just before Henk and I left for China, was in order for my own April 4th return to Canada (which is actually tomorrow). With all that out of the way the coast was clear for the arrival of The Henkster to the Emerald Isle.
The Irish Leg
It had to happen sometime. I knew eventually I'd act as a tour guide in my own country to one of the good folk I meet while travelling over the past 3 plus years. While I'm a tad surprised it hasn't happened sooner, I'm more than happy that the honour of being the first to get my personalised mini-loop of Ireland falls to the one and only Henkster. So I donned my tourist hat, we hired a car and spent almost a few days scooting around this little country of mine, staying with family and friends and seeing some of the sights Ireland is famous for. It was a nice ending to the trip we had experienced together and when it was all said and done (evidence of which can be seen, as always, by checking out the accompanying pictures) it signalled the end of the road for both of us, at least for now. As I've already said, tomorrow I'll be flying back to Canada, and in the coming days The Henkster will be catching a flight back to Korea, where he will no doubt resume teaching. In the meantime he'll continue to be treated by my family like the Prodigal Son he's become. So for now I bid you goodbye. I'll say a final goodbye from Canada, but just don't expect anything special. I'll be too busy trying to find a job. That's going to be traumatic but I suppose I best put that work visa to use, the one that the Canadian government has been good enough to give me. They are the sort of visas I don't like. But then again, who does?