Sexy Bus Tours of Eire!
Dia dhuit!
Did ya miss me? A wee bit, perhaps?
Ah shucks *scuffs toe*
Just in case you're wondering.. It was a grand. GRAND. Fan-feckin-tastic. Good craic. Amazing. I lurved it. I want to go back. I wish I was Irish. I miss it. It wasn't long enough.
Le sigh.
I spent the first two days and nights in Dublin by myself, touring the city, pub crawling, drinking, and meeting people. I must have walked every street three or four times, and can proudly admit to eating the world's largest package of fish and chips physically possible. I toured Guinness. Slept in St. Stephen's park, ate breakfast at Bewley's, and partied in Temple Bar.
Monday I joined the tour. Super nervy I'd end up with a group of weirdos, whispering silent prayers there would be at least ONE normal person in sight.
Turns out there were about 2o normal people. I represented Team Canada, and fought many a battle against the loan Team USA-er. But we were both outnumbered by Team Australia, who had me laughing the entire trip (to the point I actually wet my pants a little.) Together we road the sexiest little bus, led by Aidan, the Irish tour guide...
We were in Westport, Galway, Doolin, Dingle, Killarney, and everywhere in between. We saw every imaginable picturesque place, and drank every little bit of blackness to be found. I learned how to set dance, who Fungi the dolphin is, what a Hooker really looks like, and from the Australians, what a "bogen" really is...
Word of advice: 'tis never a good idea to be hungover on a moving bus...
In all, I was vair sad to leave them Friday night. So much so we decided to drag it out until 4:00 Saturday morning. What can I say? The Tasmanians love to dance. And as a result, I barely slept those 8 days... Am sick as a dog now, but it was well worth the trade off...
I have a ridiculous amount of pictures... I'll post some of 'em here, but I don't want to bore you.
Did ya miss me? A wee bit, perhaps?
Ah shucks *scuffs toe*
Just in case you're wondering.. It was a grand. GRAND. Fan-feckin-tastic. Good craic. Amazing. I lurved it. I want to go back. I wish I was Irish. I miss it. It wasn't long enough.
Le sigh.
I spent the first two days and nights in Dublin by myself, touring the city, pub crawling, drinking, and meeting people. I must have walked every street three or four times, and can proudly admit to eating the world's largest package of fish and chips physically possible. I toured Guinness. Slept in St. Stephen's park, ate breakfast at Bewley's, and partied in Temple Bar.
Monday I joined the tour. Super nervy I'd end up with a group of weirdos, whispering silent prayers there would be at least ONE normal person in sight.
Turns out there were about 2o normal people. I represented Team Canada, and fought many a battle against the loan Team USA-er. But we were both outnumbered by Team Australia, who had me laughing the entire trip (to the point I actually wet my pants a little.) Together we road the sexiest little bus, led by Aidan, the Irish tour guide...
We were in Westport, Galway, Doolin, Dingle, Killarney, and everywhere in between. We saw every imaginable picturesque place, and drank every little bit of blackness to be found. I learned how to set dance, who Fungi the dolphin is, what a Hooker really looks like, and from the Australians, what a "bogen" really is...
Word of advice: 'tis never a good idea to be hungover on a moving bus...
In all, I was vair sad to leave them Friday night. So much so we decided to drag it out until 4:00 Saturday morning. What can I say? The Tasmanians love to dance. And as a result, I barely slept those 8 days... Am sick as a dog now, but it was well worth the trade off...
I have a ridiculous amount of pictures... I'll post some of 'em here, but I don't want to bore you.
Doolin
Coumeenoole Beach
Views near Croagh Patrick
Priorities...
Faerie Ring
Donkey Dealer in Dingle
5 comments:
Larce the Donkey Dealer? I see a promising future in Irish donkey sales for you, Lars.
I love it, knew you would have a fantastic time! Glad to have you back! I would love to see more photos.
PS I was a hostess at Bewley's for a short while.
Ahhh! So glad you're back, and so jealous of your trip!! Sounds awesome. Also terrific that your tour guide's name was Aidan. Perfect.
Is your hair black right now, or is that just the picture?
'Tis! I dyed it before I left, just for a little something something.
Suzanne would have just asked if I was super greasy...
Lady G, when can we get together?! I haven't seen you (for real, and not just in a pub or randomly for a short while) in forever...
We must find a date to do dinner with Fingers. And me. And you.
And seriously, some funny FUNNY stories about Bewley's.
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