After a flight to Paris and a prop plane trip to Dublin, on the bumpy trip I scribbled the directions on the plane's barf bag and scoured the map from the LP. After the plane landed I lined up for immigration. After several questions I headed for the rental car line. An hour and a half later I was in my VW right hand drive left hand shift headed to Dublin. Of course right out of the car park there was a freaking roundabout, as if it isn't bad enough to be on the wrong side of the road driving stick!!!!! I survived and didn't even stall. As I exited the freeway I scoured for street signs (chanting in my head STAY LEFT) that several minutes later I found were tiny small signs located up on the buildings. After a hour search I abandoned the car in an area that I knew was close to the hostel and headed out on foot. I quickly found the hostel and meet my friends Laura and Cory who had been traveling the world for the past 10 months. I had missed her soooooo much so it was great to see her.
knew our host. We talked about life in Ireland and then retired back to the cottage.
|Signage near Bloody Sunday Memorial|
Murder of young adults standing up for their counties rights. We then walked around the walled city and retired to a pub to listen to some Irish tunes. We headed back to our cottage (STAY LEFT) and went to sleep.
|Beverage of Bushmills|
We are now at an old mansion on the island of Acell that has a full pub and tons of working wood fire places.