. So we found a b&b (alana's one request for the trip) nearby in the small town of avoca, or so we thought... when we got to avoca we headed in what we thought was the right direction but after driving for a while we turned around to ask for directions “sure, you’re going the right way, it’s just down the road like” 15 minutes later we came to an intersection, asked a man for directions and he pointed us down another rural road, which we followed for another 15 minutes before turning around to ask for more directions at a tiny village supermarket “ye’re going the right way, when you come to the DEFINITE CROSSROADS (insert deal or no deal style hand signals here) turn left and its not 50m down the road” we almost missed the definite crossroads and reversed back simply because there were so many signs on the side of the road, which was when we noticed the driveway off one side of the road and a small laneway off the other. And that was our first experience of the irish exaggeration of directions! The b&b was run by a lovely old couple, they brought us scones when we arrived in our heavily wallpapered room and took our breakfast orders. Then we spent the night going through tourism brochures and maps to roughly plan the rest of our route, which of course changed about a thousand times!
Alana (Dublin housemate), Rachael (qld archi friend) and I decided the best way to see Ireland was by car, so we set off for and all Ireland road trip which would take us to the rest of the 32 counties (Alana and i were pretty keen to hit all of them) that we'd missed during the semester. We had a late start Friday morning due to an un-named person who was supposed to join us for breakfast sleeping in. So we left breakfast/route planning session at 12:30 to pick up the car. We payed an extortionate amount of money and they put an even more extortionate freeze on alana’s credit card and we were free to go. We named the car "blueberry" and when you see the photos you’ll understand why! It was a surprisingly spacious 4 door hyandai (although only 1.5 bags would fit in the boot, the others had to go on the backseat) We picked up our bags and drove out past uni to the M11 highway. As soon as we left the highway to drive through bray and greystones we got stuck in traffic. We eventually made it to wiclow for afternoon and decided that since we’d only made it 90km out of Dublin and it was already 4pm chances are we wouldn’t be getting to our planned stop, cork (another 3 hours away) that day