The Camerican Invasion
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Like most people who have backpacked around, I have made plenty of friends whole on the trip and we always promise to stay in touch. The sad truth of it is that this rarely stands true. Most of the time we stay in touch with the best of intentions but there comes a day when you either realise that you have nothing more to say to them or you simply just lose contact with them.
Every now and then you really connect with someone and you begin planning to meet up with them again or visit them in their own home towns. This is one I really try to stick to. I love to travel, and going somewhere to meet a friend is always a great incentive or an even better excuse to do so.
After our first day in Paris, myself and Lori had already began to plan plenty of trips to meet again.
Unfortunately her visit just so happend to be at the beginning of my busy season in work so I could not get the day off even though she came on a Thursday but that didnt stop me taking her to one of my locals (we have 5 within a 10 minute stroll of my house) for a night of fun with Bryan and my sister.
The next morning she woke up to the noise of children's tv as my mother tried to entertain my goddaughter.
I took her to my favourite local bar which of course she embarassed me by taking photos of us there. After a feed of pints we got a taxi into town and began our pub crawl. There were a few hits and misses in there but we did finish up in one of her favourite bars from last time in Fitzsimons.
We played a few drinking games until I realised that Bryan & Lori really didnt understand the idea of a drinking race...to finish your drinks!! Many many drinks, drunken photos and a kebab later, it was home time.
For some un-godly reason, we woke up at ridiculous o'clock in the morning and set off into town for a fry up in Bewelys, it was not as good as I remembered in my childhood but I was happy enough. We then took a walk around town. I showed her a few things that she had not seen before. To be honest though, the walk was more just the two of us rambling around shooting the breeze until we passed the DART station so I got us tickets to Bray, its like the poor man's Brighton in that its a beach town that used to be a very popular summer destination.
Luckily the weather was nice enough and we got some cool views in as we walked along the beach. Only a shame that the ice-cream shops were all closed.
Lori wanted to sample some of the real Ireland this time when she was over. So I took her the mountains with my mother & Tom for dinner in the Merry Ploughboy pub. The serve some quality food up there and pull a savage pint. For €50 or so they do an Irish night up stairs where the band, The Merry Ploughboys, play before the Irish dancers come on stage and then its back downstairs were the real traditional session kicks off at around 12 or so. As Tom often plays in the band, which he played the Lonesome Boatman in honour of Lori (I love that song), he pulled some strings and had the poor girl dragged up on stage to show off her Irish dancing skills.
We were laughing saying that Lori had met my entire family except for Megan and my father. I havent even spoken to my father since my brother's funeral so we really didnt expect that to happen, that is until we walked through the doors of the Merry Ploughboy and bumped into him.
It was wonderful having Lori over for the weekend, its a major shame that Ruby couldn't come over as well, there's always next time! Just goes to show that from a random chance encounter with someone, a true friendship really can be made. I have met many people whilst travelling but apart from Lori, Bondy & Matt, there are few that I have met up with again and again...