My Way or Galway
Galway Travel Blog› entry 54 of 113 › view all entries
August 11th, 2008 – by: afredrix
Moments like these make me happy I'm traveling in Europe.
However, I'm in Ireland. A country that, for all I can tell, has too much Catholic guilt built up over the years to ever do something as dishonest as that, and one phone call from the attendant to the driver assured that my bag would be waiting--safely--for me when I finally reached Galway on the next bus. A round of applause for honest, helpful people, please.
My host Adrian picked me (and my bag!) up at the station. He's an Irish guy that has done his fair share of traveling and recently moved back to a nice townhouse on the edge of the city with random roommates.
Adrian and his friends were all very nice, but I'm afraid he's going to go down in the books as the host that woke me up in the middle of the night to ask if I wanted some company. Mind you, this was after he repeatedly apologized for a drunken Keith that was starting to come on a bit strong, and after I met his (quote/unquote) "girlfriend."
But I'm not one to dwell on awkwardness, and I never felt myself in any actual danger. So with a refusal from me (followed by multiple, humiliated apologies that night and the next day), that was that. And I was leaving the next day, so the story could end there.
Until, of course, I miss the bus to my next destination, forcing me to stay in Galway for one more night. Woops. Not exactly the best timing for a mistake such as that. But the second night was truly a quiet one and drinking was not part of the equation. So aside from a few more apologies, it was as if it never happened. I did, however, opt to sleep in the room on the most-opposite side of the house from his. Just to be safe.
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