I am starting to feel as if no one reads this anymore, but if there are a few lone stragglers out there still following my life, I appreciate the loyalty.
We spent about three days in Dublin which is not nearly sufficient to see everything it has to offer. Dublin does not tug at my heartstrings in the way that Galway does, of course, nor does it piss me off to the degree that Cork does, but it is a nice place nonetheless. We did make the mistake of going to the Temple Bar, desipite warnings of it being a complete tourist trap, and it truly was atrocious.
Basically, the bar was filled with middle-aged American women jumping around to the "Irish" band who basically just played Sweet Home Alabama and Hey Jude over and over, sometimes combining the two. My point I am trying to make is that if you ever get to Dublin, do not even go there to see it because it is famous, it really is a horrendous place and does not represent anything truly Irish in the slightest.
I was rather astounded by the drunkenness in public, and at really odd times in the day, which we experienced to a terrible degree in Dublin. We took the Rick Steve's recommended day trip to see the Megolithic tombs of Knowth and Newgrange which are fantastic and pre-date both the pyramids of Giza and Stonehenge. It was really lovely except for this one horrible woman who was standing beside us in the line while we waited for the little bus to come take us from the tomb back to the visitor's centre.
Thankfully, she was not American, as we have been embarrassed by them on this entire trip, but rather British, in about her mid-40s to early 50s. She was really a piece of work, and said that the ruins were "40% boring and 10% fun". First of all, what happened to the other 50%? Second, what kind of person really has no ability to appreciate something as grand as that? She continued talking to who I assume was her husband the entire time we were in line about mundane things like getting a specific photo to place above the mantle in their living room.
When the bus arrived, the rain did as well, and the lady began to actually yell at the bus driver when he would not let us on because they had to turn around first. I have never felt so bad for anyone as I did right then for that bus driver. I really wanted to punch her in the face on his account. She kept saying things like "oh, are you going to pay for our flus then??" and he just shrugged her off but I wanted to not-so-kindly inform her that if she would just shut up, he could turn the bus around and we could all be warm and dry inside.
Now on to the story that is just... fantastic...the drunken Irish ladies. We somehow encountered two black-out hammered middle aged women in the span of about a half hour. The first was when we were about to get on our bus back to Dublin. A woman wtih scraggly hair stumbled off the bus as she was aided by a couple different people, and the most charming bit was that her pants were falling down as she walked, and were about down to her knees when she passed me. The second was worse still, however. When we were waiting for the bus there was a woman posted up against a wall pouring a bottle of vodka into her coffee cup filled with coke. I was worried as I saw she was boarding our bus, and hoped she would not end up like pants-around-knees lady. However, as we were about halfway to Dublin she completely fell out of her seat into the aisle onto her head. The bus pulled over and for a good 30 minutes we were stopped deciding what to do with her. Eventually, the man she was with escorted her off the bus much to the relief of everyone on the bus. All I can say is that I feel bad for that bus driver...
We spent about three days in Dublin which is not nearly sufficient to see everything it has to offer. Dublin does not tug at my heartstrings in the way that Galway does, of course, nor does it piss me off to the degree that Cork does, but it is a nice place nonetheless. We did make the mistake of going to the Temple Bar, desipite warnings of it being a complete tourist trap, and it truly was atrocious.
Basically, the bar was filled with middle-aged American women jumping around to the "Irish" band who basically just played Sweet Home Alabama and Hey Jude over and over, sometimes combining the two. My point I am trying to make is that if you ever get to Dublin, do not even go there to see it because it is famous, it really is a horrendous place and does not represent anything truly Irish in the slightest.
I was rather astounded by the drunkenness in public, and at really odd times in the day, which we experienced to a terrible degree in Dublin. We took the Rick Steve's recommended day trip to see the Megolithic tombs of Knowth and Newgrange which are fantastic and pre-date both the pyramids of Giza and Stonehenge. It was really lovely except for this one horrible woman who was standing beside us in the line while we waited for the little bus to come take us from the tomb back to the visitor's centre.
Thankfully, she was not American, as we have been embarrassed by them on this entire trip, but rather British, in about her mid-40s to early 50s. She was really a piece of work, and said that the ruins were "40% boring and 10% fun". First of all, what happened to the other 50%? Second, what kind of person really has no ability to appreciate something as grand as that? She continued talking to who I assume was her husband the entire time we were in line about mundane things like getting a specific photo to place above the mantle in their living room.
When the bus arrived, the rain did as well, and the lady began to actually yell at the bus driver when he would not let us on because they had to turn around first. I have never felt so bad for anyone as I did right then for that bus driver. I really wanted to punch her in the face on his account. She kept saying things like "oh, are you going to pay for our flus then??" and he just shrugged her off but I wanted to not-so-kindly inform her that if she would just shut up, he could turn the bus around and we could all be warm and dry inside.
Now on to the story that is just... fantastic...the drunken Irish ladies. We somehow encountered two black-out hammered middle aged women in the span of about a half hour. The first was when we were about to get on our bus back to Dublin. A woman wtih scraggly hair stumbled off the bus as she was aided by a couple different people, and the most charming bit was that her pants were falling down as she walked, and were about down to her knees when she passed me. The second was worse still, however. When we were waiting for the bus there was a woman posted up against a wall pouring a bottle of vodka into her coffee cup filled with coke. I was worried as I saw she was boarding our bus, and hoped she would not end up like pants-around-knees lady. However, as we were about halfway to Dublin she completely fell out of her seat into the aisle onto her head. The bus pulled over and for a good 30 minutes we were stopped deciding what to do with her. Eventually, the man she was with escorted her off the bus much to the relief of everyone on the bus. All I can say is that I feel bad for that bus driver...
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