Flying into Dublin, the could immediately see green everywhere, beautiful luscious green. Outside of the airport were also great patches of green lawn. So much more comforting than concrete!
I was looking forward to a taxi ride so I didn't catch the transfer bus to the city, even though it would have been much cheaper and taken me straight to my hotel in Temple Bar. And I'm glad. I got a great driver (although I expected nothing less), he chatted all the way giving me excellent recommendations for my drive itinerary, and also recommendations for around Dublin. I took notes and reckon I will take him up on most of it and have already started the processes.
I checked into my hotel and settled in before heading out to explore Temple Bar. I walked around a bit before settling for an afternoon lunch/dinner at the Elephant and something. Steak sandwich, and a home made ginger ale. Very nice. Wandering around there were buskers you could listen too, but first impressions of Dublin weren't that great. I went into a tourist office (you see them everywhere here, unlike in Milan where, despite the distances I trekked, didn't see one), and got some information and purchased a ticket for the hop on hop off bus (the green one, as per my taxi driver's recommendation).
Then I wandered through another section of the city, and this is where I started to see what I was expecting! I went into a Vodafone store and now have access to Wireless wherever I go! I feel connected now. Haha.
Her right boob was hit by a bullet in 1916 :(
I explored a bit more of the city, but after having a couple of late nights in a row and early mornings, I was feeling in need of a rest and went back to the hotel again. At around 7.00 I decided I was going to hit the pub - the one that the taxi driver recommended (are you starting to see a theme here), and I'm glad I did. Grabbed a drink (not a guinness...that will happen...) and scored a stool in front of two guys with guitars. They were great. Some random dude from the audience started dancing in front of them with some fancy foot moves. The crowd seemed to love him, but I just thought he was a dick. I listened to the band for about an hour before another band came on. There were three of them, violin, guitar and some sort of rhythm box that the dude played with his hands. They were technically excellent, but no vocals so after about 30 mins, I just went to the pub next door and listened to some more live music. Oh this is the Ireland I've dreamed of!
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