autumn's coming
August 28th • September 7th
This was my second time here so I kinda already knew what to expect.
Landed around 1 PM in Dublin airport, took a bus to the city centre and before phonin my cousin who lives there, an inner Irish voice in my head said “Come on you’ll have a drink! You’ll have a drink!”. So about 4 hours later I phoned my cousin from a pub telling him I arrived. And that’s pretty much what I know ‘bout Dublin really... Woke up 10 days later back in Cluj, with a girls name tattooed on my arm, a King Albert and a strong head ache. Just kiddin!... There wasn’t any headache!
Naaah, really, Dublin is great! I loved it even better then year.
havin a chat with Jamie, old friend of mine, on a rainy day
I’ve already been a year before to all the tourist attractions and now I just had time to explore it more closely. Weather was quite good as well; I also managed to do a lot of shoppin. I think in the first 4-5 days every time I went to visit around the city, I was returning back with shoppin bags, most of them containing cloths, and by the end of my 10 days stay I filled 2 large trolleys, which put my mind to work and wondered in panic if I’m turning into a woman.
I also went to a small town south of Dublin called Bray, which is great, located on the sea shore, with the majestic Bray Head and a long beautiful beach washed by the Irish Sea.
Also I’ve been to Howth in the north, saw the harbour with its many wee ships, had some great local fish and chips and then spent that night in a fishermen’s pub.
And as if this wasn’t enough, I was lucky to be there while there was a Dublin TB meeting.
on the Batchelors walk with Ha'Penny Bridge in the background
It happened on my last weekend there (Sept. 5th - 7th). We met a few on Friday night, just 5 people, me being the only foreigner. It was Owen, Jennifer, Adrian, Francis and me. (Cheers you guys!)
On Saturday the group was a bit larger with Owen, Jennifer, Adrian, Christophe, Dimitra (from Greece), MJ and me. And after we watched Ireland beatin Georgia 2-1, we did whatever a Dublin meetup would normally do - we went on a pub crawl. By the way, The Bleeding Horse was great; I saw it was mentioned by James Joyce, Joseph Sheridan, J.P. Donleavy in their works. Unfortunately for me I had to be the first one to leave as the next day I was heading back home and still had to pack.
So I went back to my cousins’ place where there was a party goin’ on with about 10-12 people. Packed everything in less than 5 minutes, basically throwing everything in, and went downstairs to the party. Next day I was flyin back to Budapest, and from there on I took a minibus back to Cluj.
And that was it! That was my trip.
O'Doneghues on Baggot St.
Three weeks of fun, joy, craic, good times, new friends, memories - 99% of which worth to remember, 1% worth to tell, sleepless nights, 5 capitals - 5 new fridge magnets, about 1300 pictures, an empty wallet, 2 trolleys packed under pressure, a stack of bills waitin’ for me at home, friends from Cluj wondering if I’m still alive and why didn’t I give ‘em any signs, a girls name tattooed on my arm and a King Albert (just kiddin ‘bout the last two… or am I?...). That was my euro trip!
Now I’m back at work and I’m having the time of my life. NOT!
So till the next one, safe travels to all o’ ye!
Szia!
Dovidenia!
Auf Wiedersehen!
Na Shledanou!
Slain agat!
