Due to one particular gentleman, and I use that word very loosely, employed at the UK border, I had to make a border run to Ireland while I was living in London. (He just unilaterally wrote in my passport I had to leave London by an arbitrary date when I returned from Paris. There was no legal basis for this. His reasoning was that “you can’t just be traveling around all the time.”)
Of course there are worse things then being forced to hop on a flight to Dublin and have an Ireland vacation
. Or why not Cheap Hotels Dublin if you are feeling extra gregarious? However, I didn’t really have much of a plan, and since I was just there for the weekend with my small backpack, I didn’t really need one. I arrived in Dublin and headed for the Temple Bar neighborhood, which is a cultural center that has maintained a lot of its medieval feel, while being cool and artsy at the same time.
I explored the area and it was pretty great. But I was in Dublin, so I was going to go hear some “traditional” Irish music and eat some “traditional” Irish food
Lo and Behold, this building appeared out of the Gaelic night.
I’m not sure how traditional this music was. But it sure as hell sounded Irish. (My understanding of Irish music = Flogging Molly – Punk). It was a very cool scene, even if it was pretty touristy. I drank a Guinness and fulfilled my cliche dreams.
I walked around Temple Bar some more, and enjoyed the surprisingly quiet night. Here’s a view of the River Liffey.
I liked the sentiment here. The irony, of course, is that those who litter will never see it, as it’s placed at the one point where litterers don’t go: a public trash can.
I love back alleys at night. That puts me in some pretty shady company, I know.
I headed back to London that night. For having no plan, I was pretty happy with my stint in Dublin.