Hello again! Welcome back to 'The Life'. I suppose that now a significant time has elapsed since my last post I should alert you all as to my whereabouts. I forget, you know, to do these things; travelblogs are so last year, and it's become so normal to move from city to city and country to country that it slips my mind - you understand.
Right now I'm in Dublin, maybe a city a little more familiar to you than Bristol - I only go on about it because of a nice boy who lives there - and to be honest, my first day in this 'Vibrant and Youthful' city (according to tmylonely planet) was in fact 'Gloomy and Miserable'. Imagine if they'd written that in the guidebook. To summarise:
1. The plane from Liverpool John Lennon Airport (truely!) to Dublin was grounded due to a collision with a (presumably giant mutant) bird, which had smashed the headlights and messed up the fuel tank....what the...? Clearly this type of mishap only occurs with Ryanair planes. So, we were late to arrive finally in Dublin.
2. Of course, I didn't have any accommodation for the first night, so after wandering aimlessly for about 1/2 hour with my 18kg portable house on my back, I made some calls to some Servas host families and managed to score a night with a single lady and her daughter - of course they lived an hour away on the bus, and then I wasn't offered any food so I cooked my own couscous (mmmmm..) and was immediately made to feel reather unwelcome in the house. Servas, by the way, allows me access to Host families who don't mind putting up a stray traveller every now and again. It's very handy.
3. Whilst waiting for the bus, I asked a friendly looking girl for change for a 1 euro - she thought I was asking for money, oh my god, so embarrassing - she forced her spare change on me (I DID explain myself) and then proceeded to take me under her wing - she gave me her phone no - we had coffee yesterday, she organised for her boyfriend to take me around to some art galleries today, she helped me plan my travel around ireland, and she arranged for me to stay at her mother's house in some small village on my way to galway - this girl is probably the most hospitable and selfless person I have met so far on my travels - a true lifesaver if I may say so. At least that was a good thing - I don't usually ask people for money on the street but it certainly paid off...haha...paid off, get it.....
yep.
4. I walked past a man lying on the sidewalk with blood everywhere, all bright red shiny blood on the road, on the footpath, everywhere, so much blood, and I couldn't see where it was coming from but it scared me, and then all of a sudden the police and ambulance were there, everyone rushing, and I was pushed on, but oh my goodness, I didn't realise that blood could be so red, and bright, like food colouring.
5. I saw The Drones, a band from melbourne, last night, and armed with my friend of the moment, a spanish writer living here with his wife and kids, met the band afterwards and had the most fantastic time, such amazing music and in such a small venue too, it was very special. Blah blah blah, I hear you say. Whatever.
6. To make a long story short, everything is grand (as they say) and despite my cold still dragging on and on, I'm packing my bags and heading to Kilkenny tomorrow - and then off to Galway around the south coast. Sweet!
Love to you all, love so much.
Soph, the little one.
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