The Leprechauns made me do it
Trip Start Aug 30, 2006
42Trip End Jul 16, 2007
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Leprechauns, Guinness, Shamrocks, Irish accents, Irish blessings, singing to U2, everything is green and being molested by a drunk irishman on the plane - its just your typical Irish experience in Dublin
GOOD FRIDAY, April 6 2007
It's the Easter long weekend. And this weekend Fiona and I took a trip to Dublin! Arrrr to be sure, to be sure.
Good Friday and we were packed and heading to Luton Airport by 4:30pm. We caught the 8:25pm Ryanair flight and we were in Dublin by 9:30pm. After walking about 20 mins (it seemed a loooong way with our luggage) we found our hostel, The Four Courts. The front door was painted green. I had just enough energy to shower and go to bed. The shower was automatic, you pressed the button and the water lasted 30 secs, so I had to keep hitting the button. We stayed in a 12 female bed room. Not too bad, though there were 4 girls who got up at 7am and started packing and chatting. arrrgh. And we were on a main road, so every time a car went past my bed would tremor slightly.
Hostel front door
View from my hostel bed | Our 12 bed female dorm room
EASTER SATURDAY, April 7 2007
Woke up at 9am and had some breakfast in the hostel. It felt like I was in a school canteen, with all the young people there lining up for the toast, juice and coffee. Breakfast was average though.
After breakfast we did some Dublin sight seeing. We visited Christ Church (founded in 1030) and then St Patrick's Cathedral (built between 1200 to 1270 and is the largest church in Ireland). Then we went to Dublin castle. Although all the places we went to charged and entry fee so we only had a look outside. Dublin castle didn't look much like a castle though - we went inside a "square" which reminded me of the buildings in Bath.
St Patrick's Cathedral
St Patrick's Cathedral gardens
So we headed towards Grafton Street, and did some shopping. I bought so many souvenirs for people - leprechaun pens, guinness bottle openers, irish blessing magnets, celtic bookmarks, leprechaun toys, tshirts, keyrings, postcards and even a 99 euro bag that said "The Leprechauns made me buy it" cute. But they were so cute. I'm a sucker for leprechauns.
Green post box | Green door
IMPRESSION: Everything is GREEN in Dublin. Green post boxes, green doors and even a green shopping centre.
O'Donoghue's pub | Strange busker dancing with a dummy
Molly Malone statue | Old Irish busker
I also bought a nice brown leather bag from Top Shop and some clothes at Penneys (the Dublin equivalent to Primark). I even went to HMV and bought a 80s music dvd gameboard. Haha.
It was such a beautiful and sunny day we bought takeaway lunch from the crappy bagel place and sat on the grass in St Stephen's Green park. Unfortunately everyone else had the same idea and it was packed. But so gorgeous to be able to sit outside on the grass in the sun.
Soy latte in the sun
St Stephen's Green
Shopping on O'Connell Street
Some statues along O'Connell Street
After some more shopping, we headed back to the hostel for a rest.
Dinner was at the Hard Rock Cafe. We both had our first pint (okay it was half a pint) of Guinness. Fiona had a shot of blackcurrent (apparently its the new fad) while I just had the plain ol Guinness. After all the horrible stories I had heard about Guinness, it actually wasn't too bad.
MEMORABLE MOMENT: Fiona and I singing along to "Where the Streets Have No Name" by U2. Such an awesome moment that I will remember from my travels. I mean, we were singing to U2 in DUBLIN!! A.M.A.Z.I.N.G.
Hard Rock Cafe with our Guinness
Fiona requested "Elevation" by U2, but the DJ didn't have it. What a travesty - he didn't have U2 and we were in DUBLIN! Plus when we walked out he loudly proclaimed that we were "two single sheilas from OOOSTRAALIA" haha.
After dinner we walked up Temple Bar Street. This is a really tourist area full of pubs and restaurants. We went to a couple of pubs but I am cutting back on my drinking (due to a total dislike to waking up with a massive headache). Both places were PACKED.
In the first bar, an irishman came up to talk to us. (hehe just realised that that sounded like the beginnings of an irish joke) He asked where I was from, I said Australia. He said he was from Dublin. I started laughing. I didn't mean to. And he asked why are you laughing. I said "I'm not" hehe. I couldn't help it, it was his accent. After some awkward conversation (because he was awkward and Fiona and I had difficulty understanding him) I asked where the toilet was, as we headed straight for it.
The first pub we went to on Temple Bar Street
On the way out, another Irishman tried to chat me up. He asked where I was from and I said Australia and he said, with a really bad Aussie accent "Australia hey. Put another shrimp on the baaaaarbie"
In the second bar there was so many people we just sat, Fiona had one drink and we were both ready to go home!!
The original Temple Bar
EASTER SUNDAY, April 8 2007
Woke up at 7:30am and got up at 8:30am for a shower. I couldn't sleep as the girl opposite me had a blocked nose so she snored loudly. Then some other girls got up early to pack. And then another girl was in the shower and her phone kept going off. Arrgggh.
We skipped breakfast at the hostel and after checking out we found a little cafe above a clothes shop, just off Temple Bar Street. It was a Reggae style cafe, and I had a yum soy latte and French Toast with maple syrup. Yum.
We ran to church - late. When we arrived at Christ Church there were lots of people waiting outside as the church was full and the mass had started. Eventually we were let inside. So far on this trip I have been to church twice, that's two more then I have been in over 15 years!!! It was interesting listening to the service being read with an Irish accent.
After mass we did some last minute souvenir shopping (yes we bought some more stuff). We then had some pasta for lunch because there are so many Italian restaurants in Dublin we couldn't resist trying one. I had pasta with mussels and garlic, which was yum but a bit salty.
We caught the 5:55pm flight back to London. We were actually sitting in the airport foodcourt eating chips with gravy and at 5:15pm Fiona asked me what time we had to be at the departure gate. I said we had plenty of time as we didn't have to be there until 5:45pm. She asked "Isn't our flight at 5:55pm". Oh shit! We actually had to be at the departure gate at 5:25pm. So we rushed to the gate and made it just in time. Lucky!
On the flight I sat next to a drunk Irish man (maybe he was English - he was so drunk I couldn't tell). He reeked of alcohol. He pretended to read his book while his right hand edged closer to my thigh. At first I thought it was an accident so I moved, then his hand actually reached closer. So I moved much further. He turned and stared at me and I had to turn and look at him, at which point he pretended to look at the roof of the plane. Wanker.
I whispered to Fiona that he was trying to touch me. I felt uncomfortable and so I put on my iPod to keep me awake. But I fell asleep and suddenly felt his hand on my thigh!! I woke up with a start and yelled "Get your f**king hand off me I know you touched me". He denied it so I frantically called the steward. I told him what happened but the drunk denied it. The steward said he believed me and that it was not appropriate behaviour on a plane. Well duh! It's not appropriate behaviour ANYWHERE.
The steward said I could move but there was only one seat and I couldn't leave Fiona. And I don't understand why he didn't move the drunk! Anyway, the drunk just sat quietly for the rest of the flight while Fiona and I said stuff like "F**king pervert! Just TRY touching me again you f**king bastart" haha. When the plane landed he promptly jumped from his seat, grabbed his bag and ran off the plane. Yeh you better RUN.