Imigration Irish style:
How long you in the contry?
12 months.
In Dublin or outside of Dublin?
Outside.
Where?
Galway.
I went to Galway, couldn't get a job. What makes you think you will?
Nothing.
So across a rainy car park we dash to catch a bus to Galway. Ireland is pretty much like home mixed with postcards. It's full of green fields like home but every now and again there's one of those cute little stone cottages.
We actually backpacked for the first time for 5 minutes across Galway to our hostel from the bus stop. Honestly you feel like quite the dork trying not to look too lost with this huge pack on your back and all the locals smiling as if to say "well if you must but I wouldn't"
Oh we've drunk Guinness, don't drink it at home that stuff is evil, over here it's great. The difference in texture and taste is amazing. My home thoughts of Guinness are of thick tarry stuff that takes all your will to swallow but here it's light and well yummy. So if you want to prove yourself Irish in future refuse to drink it anywhere but in Ireland on the grounds that it's not the real thing.
Got woken in our hostel by kegs being rolled into massive piles for pick-up this morning, so Irish. There are pubs everywhere, the one across the street from us was built in 1830 something!
Anyway should probably surf for a job - the race is on!
Aimee
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
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