Dublin

On the second day of Sarah’s and my visit to Ireland, we decided to tour Dublin.  Unfortunately, we slept in so late, it was 4 pm by the time we left to catch the train.

There was no one working at the station because it was Saturday.  At first, we were waiting on the wrong side of the tracks.  Fortunately, we asked someone and were able to run to the other side before the train left for Dublin.

We got to Dublin and asked a newspaper man about the bus tour.  We found the bus and took the tour.  We sat on the upper deck of a double decker bus with no roof.  It was cold and raining. I didn’t have a jacket or a sweater but the tour was a good way to learn about Dublin in a short period of time.

After the tour, we went to Trinity College where my Mom got her degree.  Then we bought some souvenirs.  Sarah bought me an Irish wool sweater as a Father’s Day present.  I bought some Flake chocolate bars and Cheese and Onion Crisps.

On the way to dinner, we stopped at a Tim Horton’s for a coffee and took some pictures.  We had to walk a long way to the pub where we wanted to eat at.  We were walking beside the River Liffey and stopped to take some pictures on the Ha-Penny bridge.  Sarah took a picture of me and I took a picture of Sarah.  Sarah got a kick out the fact that I took about 20 pictures of the ground and my feet and my coffee cup by accident because I don’t know how to use an iPhone camera.

We had dinner at the oldest pub in Dublin.  It was established in 1168.  I had a Guinness with my Bangers and Mash.

When we left the restaurant it was raining.  We walked to O’Connell Street and took pictures of all the statues.  Then we walked back to the train to go back to Greystones.  Again we were on the wrong side of the tracks.  Fortunately, there was a worker there to help us.

When we got back to Greystones, we had to find a payphone and money to pay for a call to Daphne’s cellphone to tell her we were back so she could come and pick us up.  After we called her, we decided to go into a restaurant for an ice cream cone.  A man came up to me and asked “are you Ivan?”  It was my Aunt Yvonne’s husband.  He was told to look for us if we came home too late to pick us up.  He was supposed to tell us to take a taxi.

We had our ice cream and in the end my sister picked us up.