So when we got to Dublin we parked the car in a public car park and packed our daypacks. Our routine was to leave our suitcases in the trunk and only bring in our small pack to the hostel.
The second day we went to visit this church, St. Michan's. In the crypt there were many mummies. The caretaker said that the only way that people were buried in the crypt was if they had ties to the church or if they were rich. Five of the mummys' caskets had broken open and they were on display. There were two women, one that was identified as a nun, the other not yet identified. One of the male mummies had his feet cut off at the ankle and one hand cut off at the wrist. They guess that he was a convict (hence no hand) but had converted and became the priest. He had no feet because he was too tall to fit in the coffin. One of the men was unknown. The last man was 6'4" tall, 800 years ago. They call him the crusader. His legs were broken at the knee and his legs bent under him because he was too tall for his casket. They claim that shaking the hand of a crusader is good luck. The caretaker let us touch him. It was so gross. The caretaker said that if we won the Lotto we had to come back and give half the winnings to the church, and we agreed.
At the end of our time in Dublin we went back to the car park to pick up the car. The whole two days that we were in Dublin the car had been unlocked. Nothing was missing thanks to the luck of the crusader. |
