Everywhere apparently - especially Dublin, but can we find it? I was quite a bit dubious about biking back into Dublin as you can surly imagine, but it seemed such a waste to come to this city and not do something!
So we decided to do the tour of the GUINNESS storehouse. It's the #1
attraction in the city, so we did the tourist thing today. Brian loves Guinness, and has been waiting for Ireland to have his first pint. What better way to do it?
But first we had to get there. I decided to sit back and follow today and let the primitive masculine instinct for beer take the lead. I liken it to a dog's ability to always find home...
Twisting and turning - completely away from anything our maps indicated we went. Never ceasing to even open the map, we continued on our trek. And like a moth to the flame, Brian's bike stopped at the GUINNESS FACTORY!!!!! The Storehouse was a couple of blocks away, but it was easy to follow the tour buses and horse drawn carriages.
This was much more thana tour around a brewery. Held in the old 1800's storehouse it
was 8 floors of information, exhibits, machinery, and advertising. Very interesting to say the least! A whole center section of the building was retro fitted for this new purpose with escalators running up and an elevator down with glass railings around the exhibit floors. It wasn't until floor 6 that Brian noticed that the shape of this interior column was not cylindrical, but in the classic Guinness glass shape!
Working our way up to the top brought us to the Gravity Room. A glassed in room with 360 degree views of Dublin, and complimentary pints of the black stuff (supposedly the best poured in the world). It must have been well poured as I actually enjoyed the drink for the first time in my life. It came with the customary shamrock drawn in the head and was a pleasure to drink after soaking in so much Guinness information.
*interesting fact* Aurthur Guinness signed a 9000 year lease with the city of Dublin in 1759
for only 49 pounds a year! No wonder they're doing so well!
Coming back to the campground entailed a few more wrong turns and few pulls of the map, and a few friendly talks with locals about which way to go. But what could be expected? The call of the Guinness was no longer there.....