I got very excited upon our arrival, because signs are all in Gaelic as well. Obviously I prefer the Scottish variety, but still... We waited around for a bus, made our way to the hostel and moved in to our dorm, where our nostrils were instantly greeted by Man-smell. Clearly we were not in a single sex dorm. Clarification was later demanded as to whether we meant B.O or fart by man-smell. We're not certain.Lauren and I went for a wander to find ourselves some alcohol and a bit of food for dinner. I say a bit, we did also have the €5 beer and burger at the hostel. Before long we were all dolled up and ready to hit the town armed with directions to Temple Bar (we didn't get there) and the helpful words "when you see the big pointy thing you know you're home."
We got a little disheartened by the cost of things. Entry, a single drink, a round.. it all seemed extortionate. Seemed is the wrong word. It IS expensive. We found a bar called Dandelion doing a deal - 3 Jaegerbombs for €10. aka 3 shots of Jaegermeister and a small can of knock-off red bull. Maybe it was real red bull. Who knows. We stuck to those. Somewhere in among our drinks, whilst wondering where to go, I asked a guy where he suggested. His suggestion was that we joined him and his friends. So we did. They were quite the nice group of Irish lads. They bought us all drinks and managed to get us free entry to the club. Although I'd earlier joked that the only way to have a cheap night in Dublin would be to find a group of guys, it hadn't actually been our plan! We went for food. Laura and Lauren made a beeline for McDonald's. I followed still chatting to some of the guys and one of them decided I needed a Happy meal. We then spent 2 hours in McDonalds with 2 of these guys before finally getting a taxi home. I spent a grand total of €15. Sadly, my shoes ruined my feet.
I assumed we would be the last ones sneaking into the dorm room. We weren't. A very very drunk young Irish boy strolled in around 7.30 who obviously wasn't in the mood to sleep as he started talking to everyone, opening the curtains and poking my mattress from his bunk underneath. Not the best night in a hostel.
Sunday morning! Finally time to start our sightseeing.Traipsing round in some lovely sunshine was all very wonderful and we had took in a fair few sights: the castle (not really a castle and vaguely resembles Balamory on crack), some churches, some ruins, a park... but by the time we hit the Guinness Storehouse, my feet were dying. As the storehouse is indoors I decided wandering around barefoot would be perfectly safe and give my poor tootsies a break. One word of warning to anyone out there: you will end up looking like a third world child who has never seen a pair of shoes in his or her life. On the bright side I am now certified to pull the perfect pint of Guinness. That`s a certificate to whip out if I ever want a bartending job...
Oh well, from bar tending to bar-hopping. Not that we did that, but we did make it to Temple Bar this time round. Somehow we picked up a group of Americans. After the bars closed we headed back to our hostel armed with beer and the Americans and took over the games room in the basement. Cue some crazy version of ping pong (it would make sense to call it Beer Pong if such a thing did not already exist) which we played for hours. How many things I would have loved to quote yet can`t quite remember!
Our last day before our flight was much less touristy, although we did pay a visit to Trinity College. We spent most of the day shopping for Laura`s graduation outfit.
A fleeting visit to a city that definitely deserves much more time. I want to visit a distillery, some of the quirky museums (including the leprechaun one, I don`t care how awful it turns out to be!) and the things outside the city centre. Perhaps take in some of the green, that isn`t a bus. Just nobody tell Izzie (remember, the one from China) just how much I liked Dublin, I`ll never hear the end of it!
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