Alright!
I’m here, in Dublin?
Did you guess that I was here?
It’s my second night here, and I’m leaving tomorrow, but I had a GRAND ol’ time.
“Grand” being, of course, Irish slang, for… uh… “good.”
I’ll give you a few of my impressions from my time here, and if this seems discombobulated or nonsensical, well, let’s just say I had a bit to drink tonight.
In addition, I’m pretty sure I have Covid 2.0, or 3.0, whatever the fuck is getting passed around in the world, but doesn’t show up on covid tests, because it’s like the evolution or whatever. Since when I flew in from Spain, the air hostess on my Air Lingus flight was coughing something a’foul, and then James was sick, and his missus was sick, and then James’ friend James was sick, and his wife Anna was sick, and there’s really no chance that I would NOT get sick.
The only redeeming thing is that I was very sick in Thailand a couple months ago, so whatever I have now is less impactful because I had it already. I think. I dunno. I’m not like a doctor or anything.
OK, so! What do I wanna accomplish here? Oh yeah. Ireland.
-Lots of redheads
-Several public signs with both English AND Gaelic written on them
-Things close quite early. Most of the bars close around midnight
-The wind is fucking strong as shit. Plus rain. It always seems to be raining or blowing wind
-It’s expensive. Especially compared to Spain. And Spain isn’t cheap! But having meal, let’s say a shepherd’s pie, and paying 20 euros (around 23 USD) for it seems… I dunno. A bit much
-Very clean. At least, Dublin is
-Nice architecture
-Lots of writers came from here: James Joyce, Oscar Wilde, etc
-The food is… well, let’s just say that there are lots of potatoes
-The hospitality is world-class. Seriously. I’d met people who I’d said less than 5 words to and they’d buy me a pint at the bar. People here are very warm, very selfless
-Some guy I met at the bar told me that his friend was off buying “gear,” which normally means “heroin” in international street terms, but here it refers to “cocaine.” So there’s that
-The power outlets are these weird ass three-pronged things, which to my knowledge don’t exist outside of Ireland/the UK… meaning that, once I leave here, and James isn’t letting me borrow his Macbook charger, I may be fucked in terms of charging my devices. Which would mean that this little “daily blog” of mine wouldn’t last longer than 2 days. So, I’m on a mission to charge my shit. Hopefully, when I leave Dublin tomorrow, I can find a way to power my devices. I’ll keep you guys updated. (Or I won’t!)
