A Long Journey From Scotland to Dublin, Ireland

Grey and cloudy Dublin (photo by TravellingFool.com)

We started our morning earlier then anyone should and spent longer getting from Glasgow to Dublin then anyone should but after many hours, two planes, and a long time in customs listening to an out of work bartender dating an Irish bartender try to talk his way into the country without money or a return ticket we finally made it. We took the bus to the hostel, dropped our stuff, then made a bee line for the city sightseeing bus tour.

The tour took us through the whole city and explained the history of all the churches and buildings. It was nice but as soon as the sun went down it got blustery cold. I wrapped myself up in my second jacket, hood, and scarf but was still freezing. When the ride ended we realized that we spent the whole day not eating so we made the long trek to one of the oldest pubs in Dublin.

The Brazen Head is known on Foursquare for its beef and Guiness stew. After such a long day and a cold bus ride I needed something hearty and warm. It was amazing!!!! So much better then mom's (sorry mom). EJ had a burger and we split a basket of onion rings. He even tried the stew and said it was the first one he had that he really liked.

As we sat there well fed and warm a sense of dread washed over me as I realized we would be spending the next 4 mornings waking up early only to return home and for me to go back to work immediately and hit the ground running. It put me in, needless to say, an exceptionally sour mood. Suddenly the road ahead seemed arduous and unnecessary. EJ tried to propose some solutions but none would solve anything. Finally he looked at me and said why worry about it now? There's nothing that can be done and whatever happens will happen. It took me a minute but I finally came to terms with it and realized that whatever happens I'll roll with it and everything will probably be fine.

After dinner we walked back to the hostel and headed to the bar for a drink. I got a message from a friend I made last year in Copenhagen who used to live here in Dublin. He sent over some ideas on things to do tomorrow night that I'm going to try and cram in to our plans. The beers we had were good, ones I hadn't seen back home. Honestly we weren't even in the mood to drink but we had to do something to stop ourselves from going straight to sleep and then waking up at midnight looking for something to do again. The nap is a dangerous thing as is going to sleep too early. Now that we have reached a reasonable hour though (9:30pm here) it's time to pack it in and hit the hay. After all there's a lot of Dublin left to see and only 24-ish hours to get it done in.