Back in deadly Dublin
Trip Start May 23, 2006
10Trip End Aug 02, 2006
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First of all, I'm a little saddened that I haven't heard more from you guys... unless you're writing to my osgoode, in which case I can't check it because the useless server is down.
So, my adventures have picked up wonderfully. On Thursday night, I decided for a low-key, relaxing evening knowing that I was leaving on a trip the next day. So I went in to my hostel, and was just hanging out until some man came in and started chatting. I asked where he was from, and he was like "Dublin". For the record, we were in Dublin. I was waiting for an explanation, like that he was evicted from his home or was getting it fumigated or something, but there was nothing forthcoming. He got no less weird as we chatted, so needless to say I slept with one eye open that night (though it's probably not as bad as tonight will be, in my 26 person dorm room - ugh!). The next day I had a scone at the Queen of Tarts (delicious), and met up with the Shamrocker, a random bus tour through Ireland.
We went to a bunch of sites, and through to Doolin where, as per usual, I managed to make an ass of myself as one of the only dancers to some great Irish music. For the record, the German tourists loved Ryan and I (my dance partner), and apparently we were very well photographed. I made four new friends- Ryan and Julian (from Canada), Katherine (from Denmark) and Phil (American, but don't hold it against them), and have basically been hanging out with them for the past three days. That night, after dancing, Phil, Ryan and I decided to go on an epic adventure to the pier, but got sidetracked by a group of Irish women. At one point, one of the women (ok, she was 28 I think) was threatening Phil with death by shagging. After a few minutes, she turned to him and goes "do you know what sliding is?" He says no. She says "snogging?" He says that yes, he does know what that is, at which point she looked disappointed and said "oh, well I was going to give you a demonstration!" So, charmer that he is, Phil then said "no, I mean, I don't know". So, in front of three of her friends and the two of us, she gives him a five minute demonstration on the art of the slide/snog/make out. We decided it was time to go home for Ryan and I, so we left him, and were relieved to find him in bed the following morning before the bus left without us.
The next day, we saw more ruined monastaries, a really nice beach, some beautiful views, I ate fish and chips, and a deep fried snickers bar. Photos of the snickers bar and other things will be uploaded soon I hope.
That night, we went for chinese food in Killarney, and then to some bar where the runner-up for Ireland's Eurovision song contest was playing. It was good craic (Irish for fun), and a stupidly late night. Naturally, I slept all day on the bus today, missing the explanation as to why tourists kiss the Blarney stone (I did anyways), and the entire history of Ireland. Apparently, I have motion-induced narcilepsy.
At any rate, I am running out of internet time rapidly, but miss you all lots and am thinking of you!