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Published: October 7th 2006
In Dublin’s fair city
Dave and Gav were so witty
Filling all that they said with innuendo
Toured castle to river
But the nightlife delivered
Drinking: Guiness and larger
In style, style-o
Had an excellent time in Dublin. Flew there by my first (of many) RyanAir flights - my flights cost ₤0.01 each!! (yes - I am pretty excited about that!). Of course, there were taxes as well, and a fee for putting my bag in the hold, as you still can’t carry any toiletries on flights, but still awesome. No 1 cent flights in Sydney yet!!!
The main reason for heading to Dublin (apart from wanting to hear someone say ‘To be sure, to be sure’ in normal conversation with no piss-taking) was to catch up with McLure and Gav who were there as part of their ‘Great Irish Adventure’. Due to a communication error, I in fact arrived in Dublin’s fair city the day before McLure and Gav…. (the difference between flying to Dublin on the first of October (ie leaving Sydney) and arriving in Dublin on the first of October.
Luckily, thanks to Jon, I now know some (well, two) people in Dublin,
so was able to catch up with them - which actually worked out really well. Met Nikki (Aussie) and John (Ohmigod a REAL Irish person) in Paris when I was visiting Jon, Jae and Fin.
Arrived in Dublin at about lunchtime on Sun and spent the day checking out the city sights. Had nowhere to put my luggage so carried it around (luckily it was only a small backpack - but still a bit of a test for my poor back (yep - am getting old now)). Luckily Dublin is not that big, so at least it was easy to get around. John and Nikki were away for the weekend, so was not meeting them till the evening.
Checked out many of the sights, Dublin Castle, the Cathedral, the shopping districts (of course), Trinity College and Temple Bar (not an actual bar, but an area full of bars) with cute cobblestone streets (although annoying to walk on). Apparently no locals actually go there, except on hen and stag nights (memories of the Orient perhaps??). Anyway - went in to Oliver St John’s (the one with all the flags in the Guiness photo) for a pint once it got
darkish and before meeting Nikki and Jon. And guess what? There was a stag party there!!! Had a very drunk Irish bloke named Gary (Gazza!!) offer several imaginative suggestions as to where I could sleep if my friends did not turn up, and that’s when I knew it was time to leave.
John lives about half an hour west of Dublin in a place called Lucan. Had a lovely dinner and two (yes two) pints of Guinness (for those of you that know my previously unbroken one Guinness a year policy the significance of that will be apparent) with them. Next day checked out Lucan village, which was lovely and, after a leisurely brekkie with Nikki, headed back to town.
Met up with McLure and Gav in the early afternoon, who had spent 5 of the early morning hours in Frankfurt (apparently dead before 8 am - in case you were wondering), after the flight from Sydney, then battled the Dublin traffic from the airport (they said horrendous) and so were clearly ready to party (see photo).
Managed to rouse them and we headed to the Guinness storehouse (how can you go to Dublin without seeing it?).
In fact, that was Gav’s intention - you’ve seen one brewery, you’ve seen them all, was his view - but I overruled him. It was actually really good - you don’t actually see the brewery itself - just a massive display about the history of it and the process in one of the storehouses. Probably the best bit is at the end (no not just the ‘free’ Guinness, although that was good too (note - this is my third Guinness in two days)) but that fact that the bar where you drink it has 360° views of Dublin.
Typically, the conversation was rude, crude and inappropriate (McLure can always be relied upon to lower the tone of any occasion) and yes, I had missed it. Much of the conversation centred around poo - specifically on planes and whether they store it on board (or, frankly ridiculous, McLure’s theory that they just blast it into the sky). In support of his theory, McLure said he had never seen a ‘poo truck’ at an airport taking the waste away. If anyone can provide proof of the disposal - it would be greatly appreciated.
In light of the boy’s lack of
It's good for you!
sleep in the previous 36 hours, we did not have a massive night, although we made it into a couple of Irish pubs. There was plenty of choice - there are something like 1000 pubs in Dublin. Someone once set a riddle to map a path through Dublin without passing a single pub and as it was impossible, the answer was that you would just have to go into the pubs and not pass them. (Thanks McPads)
Next day - checked out more of the sights with the boys. We took an open air double-decker tour bus ride around the city, visited the statue of Molly Mallone (whose song has been mangled by me above) - the tart with the cart, who McLure was quite taken by (of course) and checked out a couple of museums.
Than, sadly, it was time to say goodbye. Was fab to catch up with the boys - am missing you all heaps, so if anyone else is thinking of coming over, please do!!!
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