Ah, a normal keyboard. We made it to Dublin but I had my doubts. Kent and I parted ways with Maggie and her family Saturday morning. We asked the lady behind the ticket window what time the next train to Roscoff was. She did some typing on her computer for about five minutes, looked at us and goes "There isn't another train to Roscoff." Fine. We asked how close can we get? She told us Marliux. So we took a train to Marliux. We arrived there after 2-ish hours and searched for our bed and breakfast. Luckily it was in the center of town and we found it after about a ten minute walk. Marliux is a pretty little town in the middle of no where centered in a valley. The b&b owner was outside the building and let us in. He walked us all the way to our room and explain everything in detail. Kent and I set up our stuff and then went out to look for some dinner. We wondered town until we found a place that sold our staple meal, Kebabs. The owner of that establishment spoke absolutley no english but had some clever hand motions and we all understood each other just fine. After dinner we just wandered around town looking at things. We stopped at a bar/connvenience store. They sold beer, wine and tobacco. Kent and I got a pelforth blonde. It was alright, I say with so much knowledge of beer under my belt. I toured a brewery once you know. Anyways, from there it was back to the b&b for bed.
Breakfast the next morning was awkward. The owner stood next to kent and I the whole time making weird, awkward small talk. He had cats...that speaks to his personality in my opinion. We left around nine for our train at 10:30. The train from Marliux to Roscoff was only 30 minutes and the ferry did not leave port until 6. More time to slaughter in Roscoff and slaughter it we did. We walked more or less the whole city, stopping at various spots to sit or lie down for an hour or so. We had a crepe for dinner. Finally we got to board the ferry at 6.
The ferry itself was nice. It was huge, had two cinemas and a few restaurants and bars. Kent and I bought airseats for way too much money but it was our only option. We were hoping that they would be like the ones on the last ferry (rows of five with arm rests that folded up so we could lie down). Not even close. They were in pairs with immobile arm rests. We did meet two very nice Irish guys named Steve and Will. One bought Kent and I a beer and the other gave us a bottle of whiskey. They said we deserved some Irish hospitality and I really wasn't going to compain. I'm sure the whiskey will make us popular at the hostel. While I was drinking my Murphys Stout (better then Guiness perhaps?...) the captain came over the loud speaker and said "good evening ladies and gentlmen and welcome aboard irish ferries. Wanted to let you know we will be expiriencing some strong westerly winds and will try to use the stabilizers as much as possible." Mom you probably know what followed an hour or so later. For the rest of you who did not join us on the cruise for emma's bat mitzvah, let me inform you I'm prone to sea sickness. Back to the story. So I'm in the bar with kent and these two irish guys and I hear the message so I go to reception to ask if the store sells sea sick meds. The mean lady behind the counter said no and explained in a harsh tone it was too late to take any meds. Whatever lady. They didn't sell anything for it. That makes a whole lot of freaking sense for a boat. They did however sell the seabands so I bought a pair and put them on. Not long later I'm out on the deck battling not throwing up. It was raining so I had to go inside or get soaked. I went inside and to our seats but being inside made it worse. Then I was in and out of the bathroom for an hour or so throwing up everything in my stomach (a crepe and a beer). I finally settled in to my seat and fell asleep for an hour. Then I moved to the floor because it was more comfortable and slept there until 8:30 this morning. At 11 we got off and got on our train to Dublin. The train was 3 hours and the most uncomfortable by far. It sucked but we made it. Then we walked to the hostel where we are and will stay until friday. The hostel is amazing with a computer, kitchen, common room and bathroom in the room. I'm exhausted and we are staying in tonight. that is about it. I'm home on friday.
Monday, July 6, 2009
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Ah, the highs and lows of travel! Gotta take the good with the bad. Sounds like the hostel is great so I bet these last few days will be awesome. Also bet you'll sleep a lot when you get home.
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Dublin is fun. You can take a Duck Tour, except they call it a Viking Tour, and you growl at pedestrians instead of quacking, and the water part isn't as cool as a Boston Duck Tour.
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Try to find St Michan's Church and see the mummified crusaders. Supposedly, Handel composed his "Messiah" on the organ there. I also recommend Whiskey Corner, especially if you are old enough for the sampling.
Have fun!
Thom
I was on that trip, and I do know what happened. Sorry to hear - but it sounds like green grass and butterflies from here on out.
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UGH...I feel your pain. Doug and I were on a ferry from Ft. Lauderdale to the Bahamas, and I took meds and fell asleep at the table in the casino!! But if I don't take them, I end up in the same boat you were...have fun in Dublin!! Never been there, but heard it's great! I've enjoyed reading your adventures, and can't wait to see pictures :)
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