Yeah. It’s green.

I spent a full seven days in Ireland after Manchester because I found another £9 flight to Paris the following week. Mostly, I was in Dublin, but I did make it out to the west for the weekend to see the Cliffs of Moher.

Lucky for me, it didn’t rain much while I was there. It was chilly, but not unbearably so. Dublin is quaint for a big city. One can easily walk the whole of it in a day. I chose to take a relaxing approach to exploring the city by going out in small bursts to explore. The first hostels was in was right in the thick of everything which made it easy. Dublin is split in half by a river. There’s a distinct difference between the two sides. One is high class, one is low, and the locals will make sure you know that. I spent most of my time in the low class, old town area. It suited me with its vintage charms. One night was spent there doing a backpackers pub crawl. We visited several pubs where people were playing Irish music, drank plenty of Irish beer, and generally danced to our hearts contents. 


The best part of Dublin for me was the Guinness Storehouse. It’s the original birthplace of Guinness where Arthur Guinness had such a vision that he signed a 9000 year lease which is on display in the floor of the orientation area. The water there flows down from the nearby mountains, and they use only Irish grown barley for their iconic malt. The storehouse (museum) is shaped like a giant pint glass that would hold some 14,000,000 pints of Guinness. Each floor was dedicated to a different part of the Guinness story from the brewing process to Arthur Guinness’s life, the years of advertising campaigns to learning to pour the perfect pint. The top of the pint glass is a pub with a 360 view above Dublin. Amazing. I was entertained the entire time, and the guinness was so fresh, it was like tasting it for the first time again. 


Like every city, there’s a million pigeons. Here’s one sad little pigeon I saw who was missing a foot! Poor little dude. 


There was another brewery in Dublin called The Porterhouse. They don’t serve Guinness much to the disappointment of several people I overheard at the bar. The day after the election, I drowned my sorrows in their house porter and sticky toffee pudding. *sigh*


So that’s Dublin. The people are nice, the beer is great, and the beef stew will take the chill out of you. 

The best part of Ireland is the Cliffs of Moher. I spent the weekend in the nearby town of Galway where I was cold and damp most of the time, but the food was delicious. I treated myself to a dinner for one of fish stew, fresh mussels, yummy malt bread, and of course, banoffee pie.


The next day I hopped on a bus to the cliffs. On the way, we stopped by some caves. They were alright. They used to be hibernation caves for the now extinct Irish Grizzly, so that was cool. 

Here’s some shots from along the way. Ireland has a very unique landscape. 


Let us not tarry. Here’s the cliffs:


It’s a lot of photos. I don’t care. I love them all. It was cold and windy as shit, and there were signs everywhere warning people not to get too close to the edge as every year, someone gets blown off. Such a magical place. 

My last night in Dublin, I went to Navitas CrossFit. It was quite cramped, but the coach did a good job herding us. The workout was fun, and it felt great to really sweat. The community wasn’t the most lively, but they were kind. Before my trip to the west coast, I had worked out at a normal gym called Raw. It was hot and crowded with a healthy mix of bodybuilders, power lifters, and even a few oly guys. I went bro mode and did leg day, bodybuilding style. You’d think some of them had never seen a girl squat! It was really quite fun, and I’d recommend the gym to anyone who just wants to get proper swoliosis. 


That concludes Ireland! I had a super early flight to Paris which is never fun, but I survived. I was happy to be going to my final destination.

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