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Published: October 11th 2008
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Malahide Castle
Malahide castle was nice. It looked like it was taken straight out of a fairy tale. In Dublin we spent most of the time in the hotel
Over midsummer this year we went with mum and dad to Dublin in Ireland. We travel a lot and most of the time we love it. But this time our hearts were not quite into it. We hope you are not holding it against us. Almost always we are genuine super travellers. We have endless supplies of energy and we are always up for new adventures. But not this time. First of all we were really tired from our trip to the United States earlier in the year. We were also really busy making plans for all the travelling we intended to do in the rest of the summer. This trip just came at a very wrong time for us. We tried to convince mum and dad not to go to Dublin at all but it wasn't possible to cancel the tickets, they said. So we came with them, but we did so very reluctantly. We managed to keep our spirits up for one and a half day and we did do some sightseeing then. But after that we actually stayed in the hotel room most of the time.
The Key Bearer
The Sheep: "I am the Key Bearer"
Jean-Claude: "So you are like Frodo then?"
Emma: "Frodo was the ring bearer, not key bearer."
J-C: "Oh yes. That's right. But that is sort of the same, isn't it?" We are not proud to admit that but it is the truth. We really were two pathetic toys these days.
But we are going to tell you about the very few things we did see in Dublin. So here we go.
We arrived in Dublin just before lunch. We first went to a restaurant and had lunch. We thought some food would put us in the right mood for some hardcore travelling. It didn't! It only made us sleepy. Well after lunch dad took us to a bus going to Malahide Village outside of Dublin. On the bus we fell asleep like two babies. How embarrassing for us. We have been travelling all over the World and now we fell asleep on a bus in Ireland!
Well, dad woke us up when we arrived in Malahide and we went off the bus. In Malahide we visited
Malahide Castle. Malahide was a pretty but boring town. But the castle was nice. It really looked like it was taken straight out of a fairy tale.
After Malahide we went back to Dublin again. There we walked around town for a few hours. Dad found a statue of a guy
Whiskey in the Jar
Phil Lynott died like a real rocker - with a bottle of whiskey in the hand named
Philip Lynott. We had never heard of him before. But dad explained to us that he used to be a musician and that he became famous when he played in a rock band named This Lizzy. We noticed that talked about him in past tense so we asked dad the logical question "He used to be a musician. But what does he do now?". Dad said "He doesn't do much at all. He is dead." Then dad flashed his biggest grin and added "He lived the Sex and Drugs and Rock'n'Roll myth to the very end and he died with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a bag of heroin in his pocket. A real rocker always go with style!".
Sometimes dad is so strange. One day he says drugs are illegal and that you should always stay away from them no matter what happens in life, and that drinking alcohol is bad for you. And the next day he looks all happy and cheerful when he explains that a man died from drinking alcohol and taking drugs and he even hints that it was a good way to die. This doesn't make sense to us.
James Bond is cooler
Statue of James Joyce, not James Bond. Well, we wanted to know more about alcohol and drugs so we decided to ask mum about it. First mum mumbled something for herself that we could hardly hear but we think she said "Thank God they didn't come to ask about the birds and the bees." Wonder what she meant by that...
But then mum said that drugs are bad and so is alcohol. It ruins both your body and your economy. She ended by saying "If you drink alcohol and take drugs you can't afford to travel." Well we understood the last part anyway. We like to travel so we'd better not drink alcohol or take drugs. But we were not entirely convinced. We have seen mum and dad drink alcohol. They do that when they think we don't see them. So we think alcohol can't be
that bad.
This was all we did the first day. Not much but at least it was something.
On the second day we were in Dublin we met a nice cuddly toy, a sheep, in the hotel. He told us that he works in the hotel as a key bearer. That means that he is in charge of
Guard duty
We played that we were the royal guards the key to the locker room. He makes sure that only people who have the right to go to the locker room gets in there. It sounds like a very important job. Hope he gets well paid for that. We couldn't talk too long to him because he had to go away and open the locker room for another guest at the hotel.
We walked around in Dublin a few hours in the afternoon on the second day. We then went to
Dublin Castle. This castle was not at all as fun as the Malahide Castle. Dublin Castle just looked like a few big houses put together. We found it to be dull. But they had a guard post just outside the gate that was more interesting. First we played that we were the royal guards protecting the queen and the crown jewels. Later we decided it was more fun to play that we were Jedi Knights protecting
Queen Amidala and the democracy in the
Galactic Republic.
This day we also saw this statue of a man named
James Joyce, and James Joyce was apparently a writer. When we saw that it said "James" on the statue we first thought it was
Mummy drank this
"Mummy drank this. I have to try it too" James Bond. That was a big disappointment for us. That was what finally made us give up the sightseeing in Dublin altogether. We weren't in the mood and seeing a James Bond statue turn into a James Joyce statue was more than we could put up with. We retreated into the hotel room and stayed there the entire second day.
In the hotel room in the evening mum and dad opened a beer. They are such twofaced bastards sometimes. First they say alcohol is bad for you and the next moment they drink alcohol themselves.
Jean-Claude: "I am a bit of a coward so I didn't dare to drink from mum's beer."
Emma: "I got so angry when I saw them drink beer the same day they tell us not to. Just out of spite I had to drink from mummy's beer."
Jean-Claude: "Don't take it personal, but when you are angry you sometimes do some stupid stuff. Drinking mum's beer was stupid."
Emma: "Yes, it was stupid. The beer was horrible! I got so sick from it! Mum and dad are right, alcohol is bad for you. At least when it comes in the form of Irish beer."
Ouarrhg
Emma: "Ouarrhg! Oh God I tasted it. I think I am dying. Help me Jean-Claude... What was that? Ouarrhg!" This pretty much was all we did in Dublin. Well, we also spent many more hours in the hotel room. But that is not interesting for you to read about.
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Man blir sjuk av öl.
Ha, vi vet vad alkohol är. Alla blir sjuka av det. Fast Storkanin påstår att hon kan dricka en öl eller två och inte bli sjuk, så det kanske går. Konstigt är det, hur som helst. Droger är som meducin, det ska man bara ta om man är sjuk. Det vet jag med. Det fanns inga kaniner på Irland, va? Det finns det i Skottland. Bra land. Hejdå!