A quick drink (…or two) in Ireland
Ireland was an addition to my travel plans added in at the last minute. I had previously wanted to go and experience Ireland because I know the Irish love a drink (and I do too), and I found out that I have family heritage from the region so I wanted to check it out.. I had a 10 day break between flights in and out of London, and had I stayed for the 10 days, I would have certainly been forced me to sell a toe or a kidney or something to fund my time. So I headed for Ireland with a rough plan and an even rougher budget.
I found trouble in Ireland, both of the good kind, and of the bad kind ( – where you run out of money completely in a strange place – all alone). The good kind of trouble was helped along by a few Irish mates I met in various locations around the globe with witch I managed to catch up and drink with ’till all hours. Unfortunately the year had so far been an expensive endeavour, and my bank account and I were already on bad terms. I ran out of cash completely in a small town called Sligo with few options left up my sleeve.. In the end I managed to buy a bus ticket back to Dublin on credit card and John, a mate of mine helped me out with some cash to get by on (mate, I owe you one..!)..
Ireland was great for a stop over but my stunted visit did not do it justice. I will be back one day with more plentiful supplies of money and time, armed with good intentions to NOT spend the entire time in pubs (..although I don’t want to be insulting to the Irish by avoiding their national pass-time completely =-)..