So we left Winnipeg behind and 12 hours later (18 if you count the time change) we were in Dublin. our plane was pretty decent with several movies and 2 meals but sleeping on a plane is like trying to fit a tetrahedron into a circle... So we faced Dublin with whatever energy we had left from the night before (well fritch had none). Dublin was beautiful from the sky, and when we landed to the ears. But you'd be surprised how quickly you get used to everyone having accents.
When we landed we were pumped and ready to go so we hopped on the first bus we found hoping it would take us into Dublin.We landed in central Dublin and weaved our way back and forth through the streets until we found our hostel. It was handy for that Dublin has a huge 120 meter... thing... (they call it a spire... Frich said he'd seen bigger...) about 2 blocks from our hostel so we could keep our bearings. We couldn't check into the hostel until around 2 so I bought a map and umbrella and we started wandering with 30 pounds gently massaging our backs. I wanted to see the statue of Oscar Wilde, as well as the house that he lived in so we headed in that directed and stumbled onto Grafton Street which is like a trendy circus/market. There were street performers, shops, and tons of people. Not really sure how else to describle it so I'll move on... But it was pretty sweet...
Anyways, we managed our way to Oscar Wilde's statue only to find some guys with a video camera hogging the statue when I clearly wanted to sprawl across the famous playwrite and take some pictures that my mother would be proud of ;) Long story short, those kind fellas paid us each 20 quid (euros for you uncultured people) to be in a tourist commercial that they were filming. So they had Frich and I walk past and notice things while they filmed (possibly the most clothes I've ever worn on film). The guy said we looked almost toom much like tourists that it would look manufactured... nice...
At this point we hadn't relieved ourselves since before our morning coffee so we were hurtin for a... bathroom, and stumbled into the National Gallery of Ireland which had original painting from artists such as picasso, Michealangelo, Rembreandt, Van Gogh... maybe you've heard of them... As we headed back to check into the hostel we noticed Trinity College and I remembered that The filmmaker guys said something about a long hall here. So we paid to see this incredible 2 story library with a huge dome ceiling high above the hall which was filled with the schools oldest books, probably all of which are older than Canada...
Exhausted from walking with our packs we checked into the hostel, dropped them off and headed to the Guinness Storehouse. On the way we walked past several castles and churches including St. Augustine's cathedral, and let me tell you, Catholics like their pad ballin'... uh... it was very beautiful... The Guinness Storehouse was pretty fantastic too, plus the tour came with some free guinness at the end in a tower that overlooks the city. Twas excellant.
We polished the evening off with dinner at a real pub and slept for about 11 and a half hours.
Boom done.