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Published: June 21st 2014
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Dublin has such a cool vibe to it. I’m glad I decided to fly back here to start my journey. I had the full day before the ferry over to Wales, so I decided to do the “free” walking tour. I’m not quite sure why I hadn’t done it before here… I tend to do them wherever they’re offered. Anyway, time and money well spent - our guide was brilliant, he had so much detail in his history and wonderful anecdotes and kept getting sidetracked - it was a thing of beauty.
(Sidenote: he also kept making fun of other tourists for doing things as he’d see them and it shouldn’t have been funny, but it was.)
The tour brought us through the usual Dublin sights I suppose - the Castle, the Cathedral, Temple Bar, Trinity College etc. I’m not sure why I decided not to take any photos, but I did lol. Instead after the tour I retraced most of the route so I could take my time and take my photos instead of being rushed along. I made a good choice I think - I was able to fully appreciate the information during the tour and then
go at my own pace taking the photos.
It’s ridiculous how excited I was to just be a visitor again - aimlessly wandering, looking for the smallest of details that make me smile or just look visually appealing. Having my new camera makes this even more fun as I took pictures of random textures or what not. And graffiti. Oh how I love street art and the gems I can find.
It’s so liberating being in a city and taking that time to properly see, listen and experience what is going on around you. I refuse to use my headphones/iPod/phone for that very reason - I want to experience the location I’m in, not just bumble about like a tourist who only wants the main sites or a local who takes the city for granted.
Ferry ride was interesting. It was incredibly empty… which you would think would ensure a good solid nap on the way to Holyhead, Wales. I took an earlier bus to make sure I’d be one of the first people on (usually it’s busier). I scoped out my bench area. I got all ready to lay down… and honest to God this guy
pops up out of no where and decides we are going to be best friends. We talked for over two hours. TWO HOURS. WHY DO PEOPLE TALK TO ME. To be fair, I did converse back and it was a relatively interesting convo… he works in construction and has worked all over the UK, Ireland, the US and even India, so we did talk a lot about travelling, about our jobs, about Ireland (he’s a Dubliner) and about politics and the US oddly enough. I suppose I shouldn’t complain… I just find it amusing that if I’m not wearing headphones it’s guaranteed someone talks to me while I travel solo.
After our chat (I kept yawning near the end and insisting that he go get some food since he was complaining he didn’t eat supper), I did lay down… I don’t think I managed to fall asleep though, if I did it was for less than 20 minutes.
Holyhead station is such a dump - there is nothing. The only benefit of being here is that they have plugs, so I’m sitting on the floor (which I’m hoping is urine free - to be fair, UK stations are
cleaner than US ones at least), writing this blog and hoping to organize some photos. I am eating cheap Tesco chocolate to try and stay awake and blasting dubstep music on my iPod. I am an adult.
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