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Tour of Ireland | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Dublin & Galway | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| AKA Black Pit | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| There a few rules I have set out for anyone who ever decides to travel to Ireland. First, don�t make Dublin your first stop. In fact, don�t make Dublin a stop at all�Second, pack extra socks. This is especially important if your group leader hands you a map scribbled on the back of a brochure and a bicycle and uses phrases like �scenic route� and �mostly flat.�Third, if anyone in Ireland calls you a tourist in a negative way, remind them what the Gross National Product is. Finally, never go to a pub that sounds authentic, it usually means it�s full of people from Cleveland. With that said, I think it�s alright for me to begin recounting my weeklong adventure in and around Hibernia as part of our orientation (funny that it came before our tour of Wales, but eh). So bright and early on the crisp autumn morning, we double checked our kit and loaded the bus for the town of Fishguard to board the ferry across the Irish Sea to the town of Rosslare, where we would board yet another bus down the rocky road to Dublin. We pulled into the brightly coloured hostel in downtown Dublin and had the evening to sort of bumble around as we would, and in a group of 15, you can bet we bumbled quite a bit. And the city is big, noisy, stinky, dirty and is trying terribly hard to be something that it very much isn�t. It was very much a let down. It does, however, contain one saving grace � The Book of Kells � on display at Trinity College Dublin. Essentially it�s a very old monk�s colouring book, gospels and parables |
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| Above: downtown Dublin (or Black Pit in old Norske - fitting.) Below: all that's really left of the castle at Dublin Castle |
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| written in fancy colors with about twenty million people crammed into a tiny little exhibition area ogling at it. It was here that I lost all feeling in my toes after they were crunched by about eleven pairs of shoes, but what can you do. We fought our way through the helter-skelter gift shop, continued off to St. Patrick�s Cathedral. The place is huge and very impressive until you go inside at which point you cease to be in a church but rather a very large market for shot glasses and t-shirts with the cathedral emblazoned on them. Personally I was hoping for a bit of history or something actually having to do with St. Patrick, as he was in fact the patron saint of Ireland (driving out snakes, etc.), but alas, tributes to the governor of the church � very ornate, but heartless, I thought anyway. We made our way through the cathedral then up town to Dublin Castle. For a few quid you get a tour through Ireland�s version of the White House, complete with blue room, portraits of John Kennedy, throne room, etc. The main difference I think is the several hundred Viking remains underneath it, but I could be mistaken. This is really cool, as you walk down a stairwell and suddenly you are in Dublin in the year 905 A.D. in underground ruins where hundreds, maybe thousands, were killed during their attempts to get in. Descending into the depths of time, woo! |
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| The Kennedy Legacy | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| From there we headed over to Galway, which I didn�t like at first, but only because our programme director gave us the wrong directions to the Spanish Arch and post office (neither of which did we ever find) and had to settle for the grocery store. Once we eventually got to explore a bit with someone who knew where they were going, the whole town was quite swell. We did a brief tour there, seeing the old fish market, the cathedral and everywhere JFK trod while he was there in 1963 (and in case you forget, there are little memorials every five feet or so). Stopped into the King�s Head Pub (est. 1648) for a bit of traditional Irish craic, not to be confused with the heavy narcotic, and spent the evening watching street performers playing the tin whistle and bagpipes. Call it touristy if you will, but tourism is the reason Ireland has a standard of living, something I like to remember every time I plunk down a few Euros for a postcard. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Above: Downtown Galway Right: Galway Cathedral | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| all photos by Lauren Quinsland | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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