Day 1 - Exploring Dublin With Minimal Sleep and Jetlag
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The plane landed at
As I waited for the bus to downtown I met Stephanie, another traveler from the
Two other ladies in the bus booth were from the
If you ever go to
The bus was a double-decker. As we drove to downtown I had a great view of the buildings, traffic and people walking (those few at ). And driving on the opposite side of the road for the first time threw through me for a loop.
Stephanie and I got off at what we thought was our stop, but it turned out I had to walk another five blocks (with the aid of two local Dubliners) to get to Connelly Station. We departed paths since she was going to a hostel, and I kept on trucking.
I was supposed to meet Blair at at Sutton Station by taking a DART (
I met Blair off CouchSurfing.com. For the life of me I couldnâ€™t find a CS host in
After setting up camp I decided to venture back into town; After all, I couldnâ€™t spend my first day in
When I got downtown I peaked at a tourist map and just started walking. I ended up walking over 5 miles, and saw any sites and people. Just from the sounds and atmosphere, I could tell I was in a different country. The people of course talked with an Irish accent. If I approached someone for directions, they would most often ask â€śWhat?â€ť and Iâ€™d have to repeat myself slower. Even though we both speak English, my English doesnâ€™t sound anything like theirs.
Around I was feeling famished and picked up a small loaf of bread and a 2-Liter of â€śPure Irish Sparkling Waterâ€ť for a total of 2.
Hereâ€™s a quick rundown on what I did/saw in
- Got off at Tara St. Station
- Walked past
- Bank of
- House of Lords
o My Mom and Grandma would love it due to all the shops
- Temple Bar area and had first Guinness in
o With tip it came to 5 Euros, and it wasnâ€™t warm like I had heard they serve it in
- Viking/Medieval Area
Â§ Free admission
- St. Jamesâ€™ Catholic Church
o I had my first conversation about George W. Bush outside this church. A local elderly gentleman on a bike stopped to enter the church at the same time as I and I asked him which street we were on. He could tell I was not from
o Oh, and this church is free admission also.
- Guinness Brewery, 1759
o The Storehouse is 14 Euro, and I being cheap did not enter.
- Got lost going back, took an excruciating additional 30 minutes to get to:
o St. Patrickâ€™s Cathedral, 1192
Â§ Thought they charge admission, but later I learned itâ€™s voluntary
o St. Stephenâ€™s Green, 1663
Â§ Large park where a lot of people were sitting, eating, reading, etc.
Â§ I took a short nap on a park bench while the pigeons did their walk around my person
I was not looking forward to walking back to Tara St. Station from St. Stephenâ€™s Green. I had been carrying my backpack all day and my shoulders were starting to ache. But I gathered up the energy and headed north.
I made it to the station, and had to wait about 20 minutes for the next train to Howthe. So I napped some more on a bench. This time there were no pigeons.
The train came. I got on, and was enjoying the ride when we were told to get off due to an accident up ahead. So we all had to get off at Howthe Junction. There were a lot of grumbling people because they did not tell us what to do, how long it would be, and there werenâ€™t any restrooms at the station. I took my leave and found an isolated. Forty-five minutes later we were back on the train.
When I made it back to Lâ€™Arche (where Iâ€™m staying) it was about , and I fell right asleep. Blair mentioned dinner at , but I thanked her and passed due to my exhaustion.
I woke up about three hours later and went out into the living room. I chatted it up a bit with Blair and two women living at Lâ€™Arche, Karen and Jillian. Then Reiji (a worker at Lâ€™Arche from
Thus ends my first day abroad!