After nearly a week of traipsing around Ireland like a roaming Viking (which who knew they have ties to Dublin?) I have returned to Hannover for 10 days of catching up and preparing for and completing my second to last round of grad school finals. But never fear, after completing what could be up to 6 hours of Service Operations presentations, I will be back on the road to Munich and Italia for a week or so.
Ireland is hands-down legit the Emerald Isle. Thanks to our Paddywagon driver Joe (awesome tour, btw) we spent three days on the world’s most cramped bus listening to tales of Irish folklore, learning the words to Galway Girl, and seeing all the sights southern Ireland has to offer. Including but not limited to:
Galloway: unfortunately on Good Friday, where the sale of alcohol is prohibited country-wide. It is not advised to spend Good Friday in Ireland. As a result of both an early start and the lack of things to do in Galloway, there is not a single photo of the city on my camera. But here’s a picture of the bus we rode around in for 3 days instead (complete with travel buddy)
The Cliffs of Moher: on perhaps the sunniest day southern Ireland has ever seen, lending itself to some fabulous pics
Some tiny Medieval Irish towns, and then to Blarney to kiss the stone. I can state with conviction that this is not an advisable activity while both hungover and bus-sick. It would also do one well to research the actual kissing of the Blarney Stone before agreeing to take part in the act.
The bus tour was capped off with a trip to the Guinness factory, my only complaint being the hurry with which I had to finish my complementary pint.
The next day Lauren and I wandered around Dublin alone, impulsively deciding to take part in a Viking Tour (complete with chic headwear and life vests for safety)
Finally yesterday we finished up with a day trip, where we enjoyed a Kilkenny in Kilkenny and spent about 5 hours parked at the Temple Bar listening to live Irish tunes. While I do not particularly look forward to all the schoolwork that looms ahead of me, I will be glad to shower without flipflops and not eat every meal in a restaurant, at least for a few days.
And a few more gratuitous pictures of Ireland because it was so damn lovely.