We were working off a map and took ourselves to a road that led to the motorway to Dublin. After hanging around for half an hour a local stopped on his way to the shop, informed us that no one went this way to Dublin, and dropped us off at a better spot.
Once we were on the road things progressed very quickly and we arrived in the afternoon. Eleanor goes to school with a guy who has a friend who lives in Dublin, Peter, and as we'd been very forcefully throwing ourselves on everyone's mercy we had Peter's number in our hot little hands. He lives in Temple Bar so we made our way there and, employing hitching tactics, stood with a Peter sign.
I think we shook out every Peter in Dublin. We received offers of accommodation, drinks and requests for photos with various Peters. One tipsy lad even tried to prove he was named Peter by showing his ID - clearly showing his name was not, in fact, Peter.
When the real Peter did show up (having been distracted by some kind of street circus, totally understandable) I didn't believe him! Eleanor mediated and we finally made it to his house.
|The roof wasn't sure if it was a roof or a garden. I was a fan.|
|Pretty sure this is just here for tourists. I obliged the designers with a photo. Amusingly this pub is as old as modern NZ! My country is a baby.|
és that ticks off!
here and here if you're interested.
The next day Peter went to do real life stuff and E and I decided to get our tourist on. First we did laundry in Peter's bathroom sink so he came home to an array of underwear displayed artfully around the room - no one ever said hitching was glamorous! We wandered out intent on visiting some libraries (Dublin has an incredible literary history and we are both book nerds) and very quickly found a walking tour that we joined instead. Prepare yourself for a bunch of fun facts.
|This is irrelevant but doesn't it look just like the ball in Civil Square Wellington?|
|Trinity college - so pretty!|
This also seems a good time to bring up Saint Patrick. Most people know him as the Irish saint who allows us to get drunk on a weekday once a year. Some also know that he legendarily banished snakes from Ireland.
Well, actually he was an English guy who symbolically cleansed Ireland of snakes (read: Pagans) and brought Christianity to its shores. The shamrock also associated with him was used to teach the concept of the holy trinity.
(Hint, Ireland doesn't like them so much historically!) The burning castles represent the idea that Dubliners are always ready to fight to defend their city.
literary pub crawl. This had been recommended to me by Sara - an American I met in Costa Rica, but we probably would have gone regardless - again being book nerds. In Peter's house we met Tiago, a friend of his, and both decided to come along.
"Colm Quilligan kicks off the Literary Pub Crawl with a song - Waxie's Dargle, with cheerful lines such as "When food is scarce and you see the hearse / You'll know you've died of hunger" - then takes us from the Duke pub through the cobbled square of Trinity College and into several pubs in a nearby maze of narrow streets. He quotes at ease from Joyce, Behan, Beckett, Yeats and even James Larkin and Flann O'Brien"
After the tour we followed Peter and Tiago around on their tour of Dublin pubs. The photos rapidly devolve.
In Dublin airport that morning we were both a little worse for wear and playing 'spot the shitshow' to make us feel better about our own less-than-put-together state. We made our flight with plenty of time, though I had a little nap beforehand, and our plan to talk about courses for school on the flight completely failed. On leaving Ireland semi-conscious, I've still got to say that there's something to be said for Irish hospitality!