There are no street signs in Dublin or "why you need an Irish homeboy"
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August 6th, 2006 – by: lulusartshack
On the train back to Dublin, everyone else fell asleep except me (again). There was a hurling final in Dublin that day, so the train was pretty packed and we sat with this guy from Dublin.
We made it to Dublin around noon and it was raining and muggy. We took a cab to our hotel on the Northside and dropped off our bags. So with umbrellas in hand, we walked down to the Luas to go to Kilmainham. Now, buying a few tickets for the Luas shouldn't have been so difficult, but somehow the machine was far smarter than us and after a few minutes of fummbling around, a little voice told us "step aside!" and foward stepped our 10-year-old savior. He got our passes in under 30 seconds flat, and I, with my mouth working faster than my head, dubbed him "my favorite little homeboy," to which he responded "Homeboy! Are you from America!? Are you here on holiday?!" I heard echos of "homeboy!" as we
caught the Luas to Kilmainham.
When we got to Kilmainham, we promptly became lost for about an hour, before asking for directions and realizing that there are in fact no street signs anywhere. Finally getting to Kilmainham Gaol, it was well worth the rain and getting lost. (Although, I lie if I say I don't like rain. I'm a strange one like that). It dark and depressing but a good insight into Irish history. I remember our guide mentioning that not only men, but women and children were also kept there, especially during the famine for stealing stuff like eggs or a head of cabbage.
After the mighty depressing tour around Kilmainham Gaol, we headed to the Guinness Brewery for some light-hearted fun. We sniffed some barley, ate some scones, looked at some old Guinness bottles and coasters and then headed up to the Gravity Bar for our "free" pint of Guinness.
After some hot showers, we headed out to find something to eat (our first meal since our MASSIVE breakfast). It was 8pm on a Sunday, so no one was serving food. We walked along the quay and ended up at the Temple Bar area at the Porterhouse. Our friend from the train had recommended it and it was one of the few places still serving food. It was a great time, with all kinds of beer and Sliotar, a trad band, playing away. After dinner and a couple of beers, we decided to walk around and see what else was going on.
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