This is a post about The Day We Went To Ireland: another country, another adventure, another stamp on our passports. Basically, this involved us getting up super early, finishing packing, saying our farewells to John and Rosemary for a month, hopping on the tube to Stratford (not Shakespeare's Stratford. Spoiler: that comes later), hopping on a train to Southend Airport (by this point, not that much hopping was happening: those packs are heavy), and hobbling onto a teeny tiny plane to Ireland. We spent more time waiting at the airport than actually in the sky. London and Dublin are really close. Like, fifty minutes close.
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| Packwrangling on the tube. Facial expression shows the intense effort involved. |
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| Just casually off to Ireland, looking like those kind of Italiany artist paintings where the ladies have the really nice hair and that (Brybry wishes she knew more about art). |
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| England is whizzing by in the background. Ireland ahoy! |
The hostel we were staying at provided a free bus. That was nice of them. We missed the one we were aiming for by five minutes so had to wait like two hours for the next one. Was it worth it? Who knows. We had some chips though. Yeah. This is the stuff you all care about.
We booked beds in a ten bed dorm, but had it aaaaall to ourselves. We were so sleepy from all our efforts earlier, so just watched In Bruges and went to bed. This will become important later (spoiler: we went to Bruges. Mainly because of the movie. It was pretty).
It's kinda fun writing like two months behind. You can write spoilers because you know your own future.
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