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O'Neill-a-rama

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Today started slowly, and with great disappointment. The slowness was due to a significant lack of sleep (a direct result of heat + traffic noise), and the disappointment related to our inability to find Jeremy Kyle on television. *sigh*
We forced ourselves to face the day anyway, and walked into Dublin town - past O'Neill's pub. We boarded the tourist bus, which took us past St Patrick's cathedral. There seemed to be a distinct lack of Buccheri themed buildings, but at least Pat was made to feel welcome here!
We disembarked the bus at the Guinness Storehouse and toured our way around the magical land of Guinness. Simon finally started to feel like he belonged in Ireland when an Italian girl was assigned to teach us to pour our very own pint of Guinness. Belinda was an absolute pro - until she got cocky with the serving of her perfectly full pint. Regardless of how well we poured, it all tasted the same on the way down, and was complimented by stew and potatoes. Irishtastic!
The tourist bus then took us around the city, and into Phoenix Park - gotta love those cities that understand the importance of green space. Phoenix Park could fit Central Park inside it twice, to give you an idea of the size of it.
Next tourist stop - Temple Bar. Ah yes, this is where all the other tourists had been hiding! Simon had rather a close shave here - literally. A hot towel shave, which left him feeling very relaxed, and very smooth indeed.
We wandered the shops, and Belinda managed to give a fellow tourist directions - particularly impressive given that we had been in Dublin less than 24 hours ourselves. Grafton Street was the place to be for buskers, of varying levels of expertise. Butler's sold us The Most Chocolatey Milkshake Of All Time, and then we scored a free Irish coffee at O'Sullivans. For the record - not that great, whiskey tastes better on its own.
Dinner was at O'Neill's pub - a different one to the O'Neill's we had walked past earlier in the day! We were lured in by the promise of traditional music, traditional food, free wi-fi and a whiskey bar. Things started well, with the most delicious boards of cheeses and meats and deep fried deliciousness. Things got confusing when working out how and where to order further drinks, with staff claiming that we couldn't get this here and you couldn't get that there. Pat was denied the whiskey bar, at which point Simon went downstairs and possibly contributed to someone getting fired (or at least getting a good talking to from their boss). The main meals were not up to the high standard that entree had established, and the music hadn't started yet - and was not due to start for several hours. Instead we enjoyed the interesting selection of recorded music playing over the speakers. The playlist went something like this: Corrs, U2, Corrs, Rod Stewart, U2, Corrs, U2, Rod Stewart, Corrs, Savage Garden... wait, what?! Just when we were completely confused, The Pixies came on. And then it was back to the U2-Corrs-Rod Stewart mix. Brilliant. Belinda and I played "Tourist or Local" until we nearly got sprung, and then it was time to make our way back to the apartment. The boys decided to lead us on a "short cut" through Trinity College. Needless to say, it wasn't a short cut, but we made it out of the web of academia eventually and into the warm, warm apartment building that smelled faintly of chicken curry. Ah Dublin, you crazy city...

Posted by Buccas 03:11 Archived in Ireland

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