Touring Dublin and drinking in Temple Bar
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I was up early this Sunday morning and at the main strip to catch my City Sightseeing Bus Tour. It was only about 14 euro, which wasn’t too bad. There was an Irish guy doing the live commentary instead of plugging in earphones. He was very informative and explained the riots in the early 20th century and the many public executions that took place. I got off at stops like the Dublin Castle, wandered through Dublina and looked around St Patrick’s Cathedral and the Christ Church, which has an underground crypt. One of the highlights of the crypt is the mummified remains of a cat and a rat, which were found in an old organ. A cat had some how gotten inside the organ in it’s bid to catch the rat, gotten stuck and both had died. Quite fascinating.
I also wandered around the Temple Bar area, which by day is not very pretty, but will be interesting to see at night.
I went back to my hostel room, thinking of getting changed and heading to a pub in the area for a drink. I got talking to a girl in my room called Kylie and she decided she’d come with me, we were just out for a quiet night really. We had dinner in the kitchen, drank some beer and chatted with some of the permanent residents, one who was missing a few teeth, smoking organic weed and had ‘fallen in love’ with Kylie. Poor girl, the guy was old and creepy but a bit of a laugh.
We managed to disengage ourselves from the weirdos we’d met, and found a bar down the road. We bought a drink there and enquired after another bar we’d heard was good. The bar man gave us instructions and we finished our drinks and left. Kylie had just finished a Paddywagon tour herself and we ran into some mates she’d made on the tour on our walk. We went to a Tescos, bought a bottle of wine and went back to their hostel to drink in the common room. Her mates were pretty cool. There was Woody, another Australian and some Canadian guy.
I feel bad coz I was quite drunk and can’t to this day remember I name. He was a pilot and cute with his accent. The pub closed and we walked back towards the hostels, the Irish pilot walking us home.
Kylie and I got in and crashed, realising how drunk we were and how much tomorrow might suck. I had the start of my bus tour around Ireland and Kylie had an early flight back to London. We were both going to hurt, but neither of us regretted it. It’d been one of the best nights out!