Eurotrip - Featuring The Heff

Mornin' lads.

Warning: This blog is pretty bastardly long.

We're sitting on a bus and I feel a bit sick. Ben's having a snooze and sure is a prick.

We survived the 13.5 hour flight to London somehow, and felt like absolute arse. Going through customs was a pain in the dick, thanks to young Benjamin. The lass (demon/witch as Ben himself would say) at the desk didn't believe that he could survive for 4 months on $8,000. Keep in mind that he has his return flight booked and paid for, that we are in fact 'backpacking' and that we have booked and paid for a 45 day long Contiki which includes at least half of our meals and accommodation for every night. Silly bitch. Anyway, after getting a second opinion from some champion, we made it through to the UK. Maybe it didn't help that we didn't know Ireland WASN'T in fact part of the UK. We must look like idiots most of the time, we have no idea where we are.

On the connecting flight from London to Dublin (50minutes), both Benjamin and myself fell asleep sitting upright, a pretty rare feat, especially for my pathetic sleeping ability. We arrived in Dublin on Monday night at about 10pm and found our accommodation without too many hassles. The locals seem to be quite useless in terms of direction, but if you ask someone who's being paid to know, you can find your way pretty easily around. I smelt like a sweaty armpit when we got to the hotel, so after a quick shower, I smashed up that bed like it was a free beer.

The next day (first day) didn't involve much at all. While aimlessly walking through the very cold city, we found ourselves at a small bar, where I had me first real Irish Guinness (so much better than the Australian version, I don't know how that works). The weather seems to make alcohol in general more enjoyable I found also. It's embarrassing to mention, but that afternoon we went back to the hotel and had fallen asleep by 6pm. What makes this more frustrating is that we had been invited to go bar hopping and to see some indie bars in the heart of the city.



St. Patrick's day! Holy eff, what a day. We woke up pretty early, not surprising after falling asleep at 6 the previous day, had a big feed at breakfast (why wouldn't you if it was a free buffet) and smashed up the city centre by 11. A big difference between Australia and Dublin (and probably the rest of Europe) is that we have public toilets everywhere. If you need to pee, there's probably going to be a toilet pretty close by. If you need to pee while walking the streets of Dublin, you have to buy a beer, so you can use their toilet. I'm not complaining, because it's another excuse to have a beer, but it's still pretty inconvenient. Luckily there's a bar on pretty much every corner. On that note, we had our first beer at about 11:15.



There is a huge parade on the main street of Dublin, but because of the vast amount of people who flock to see the spectacle, you can't actually see the parade, but only hear it. There many people who had brought along ladders or bins from home to stand on so they could see and every light pole or piece of wall with a nook or cranny had a person attached trying to catch a glimpse. Naturally, I ended up on Ben's shoulders and got to see a fair bit of what the fuss was about, it was well worth the effort of getting on them. Unlike Australian parades that take hours upon hours, the Irish all know the reason why they're there. They came out to get pissed, so the parade only lasted an hour at the very max. Shortly after, the pubs went crazy.

We met some old boy who went by the very peculiar name of Colm drinking a green Heineken and starting having a chat. He discovered our passion for music and very kindly took us to an old favorite of his known as 'The Rock Bar', which has this awesome statue of Thin Lizzy out the front. After talking for what seem hours, he eventually left us, and we met a group of Irish and Americanish alcohol lovers who were a great spot of fun. It was here that we had our cheeks and eyebrows painted in the Paddy's day spirit. They eventually left, and so after one more ale, as did we.



At the next bar we came across an Austrian couple, Tanja and Wolfgang. Ahh!! What fantastic people. We spent a good amount of time dancing and laughing with them, and about 30 other people in that bar. There will be a lot of photo's of us that we probably won't get to see, but these things happen. After fleeing that place, we found a group of highly attractive girls about our age, and they took us to a joint called 'The Bleeding Horse'. They became bored with us pretty quickly, so they left and we found some rather cool people that seemed to enjoy our company much more. At about 12, we decided we'd had enough and stumbled home and I had the hiccups for about 30 minutes.

Yesterday Big Ben and myself decided to take some happy snaps of Dublin in general, including a few with 'The Moocher' (Please, become a facebook fan) and went to Doyle's, a bar that uni students seem to flock to, with Jenny May, the girl we accidentely ditched for a 6pm nap. I forgot to take my jumper and suffered greatly for it, as it seemed to be the coldest night we'd experienced and a gust that chilled the core. We all survived though.



Unattractive Irish girls seem to not exist, or they just don't go outside, because we haven't met any. Almost every girl we've come across is not simply 'hot' or 'attractive' but rather stunning. Even the old birds turn our heads.



Photo courtesy of Benjamin's creepy nature.

This brings us to the point we're now at. On a bus, with Ben still sleeping, and my motion sickness magnifying, so I think we'll leave you with that. We're on our way to Kilkenny for two nights and then hopefully to Cork, which is supposedly the best place in Ireland for the live music, so God only knows how long we'll be there for.

No Jacka's here boooyyyyz, but we're scared. (A little one for you McCormo ;))

Lads.