When I say planned to go hitching, that's it. We really didn't plan anything else. To the point that after we'd done the dramatic airport reunion at 7.30am in Dublin (I was one of the first off the plane so it was nice and awkward for everyone else as we kind of slammed into each other making odd excited noises) we looked at each other and just shrugged. We're lucky E even bothered to book the flights to France!
We decided after a very short discussion (mainly E suggesting and me agreeing) to head to Galway immediately and do Dublin on the way back. We caught a bus from the airport into the city, and then, after a quick breakfast, another bus towards the edge of the city.
Well, sort of. With hitching you always have a slight delay between the time you're ready and the time you actually start moving!
|In the back of a van|
|We managed a tea stop.|
Hurling is an almost exclusively Irish sport that's kind of a cross between lacrosse and something more violent than lacrosse. I don't know sports well enough to describe it so here's a video. Key point: it's very, very fun (massive concession for me).
|E enjoying vegetable soup - which turned out to be a staple at Irish pubs - and a cider while watching the Hurling.|
|One of the main streets.|
|The Spanish Arch|
|E enjoying her first Irish Guinness - apparently they taste better in Ireland|
|Me pretending to drink her Guinness - I did manage to down one before we left.|
At the end of the night we asked them if they knew a good place to pitch a tent (never hurts to get advice from the locals) and were told not to be idiots and they had spare rooms (it really never hurts to ask the locals!) This happily ended up being a recurring theme on our trip.
So off we trundled (plodded really with our bags). We had a few more drinks at their house as shown by this series of photos...
|Silly Kiwis - the Irish had to explain to us that of course you don't take down a Christmas tree - you'd just have to put it up again a year later!|
|Failing at high fives!|
|This is probably our first tourist photo.|
|Eleanor shows great skill at wrangling Irishmen.|
|Yes, daisy chains were involved.|
Conor (above) was the particular boy in whose house we were staying and that night he had to work at a community bar. We tagged along and took over the bar! (Not really... one can dream though)