UTMC

Maybe you've had this experience: You're travelling, everything is cool and you're having a great time. Then you end up somewhere that you don't really like that much. So you try to leave and all of the sudden it's like you're in the fucking Twilight Zone. Multiple flats in a row, no one sells maps, your phone runs out of credit making it impossible to get your bank card working, which makes it impossible to buy credit for your phone. Good times.
Of course this is only going to happen in a place that you absolutely cannot stand. Like Ireland. It's not going to happen on Bikini-Booty Island. Oh no things like this go down in places so depressing that it's completely normal for an 18 year old girl to drink 2 liters of beer a day-EVERY DAY. Places where the locals are so bored that they become famous for conversation, not that they have anything to say, it's simply a knee jerk reaction to not having a bottle in their mouth. Fuck Ireland. Fuck Dublin. LET ME OFF OF THIS ROCK!!!!





Thanks for listening to my rant. I had to let it out at someone and I don't think anyone here would appreciate it very much.

No, do NOT fuck Ireland.
Because a) they're catholic, so no fucking and
b) if you fuck them, they have a history of getting sorta explodey.

Look at the bright side. The risk of shit like that happening is the whole point of traveling outside the pre-planned, fully organized disneyfied mass-tourism, isn't? Keep a stiff upper lip and work through it and you will have tales to tell that show you for what you actually are now, a seasoned traveler, a man of the world, an adventurer. You have joined the exclusive club of people who not only can tell people who cry their hearts out over tiny inconveniences to shut up, you can actually follow up with an example what a true inconvenience looks like. What you must do now is have fun. Find some way, any way, to enjoy the hell hole you're stuck in. When you return to your normal environs, your peers will hang on every word from your lips, envious of your experience, worldliness and the pure machismo of having run into trouble but having enjoyed yourself nonetheless.
This sort of experience is the thing you literally cannot purchase not because of the price or the unlikelihood, but just because no one is selling. Damn the problems and enjoy it!

Unless the Irish tried to either rape you or blow you up I can't imagine it sucking that hard... then again, I've occasionally stranded myself in the flat and empty bits of the US and still managed to have a good time. Watching an eighteen year old girl drink two liters of beer sounds more impressive than depressing also, so why the Ireland hate?

That said, hopefully you achieve escape velocity sooner than later.

/RM

SpecialK wrote: Oh no things like this go down in places so depressing that it's completely normal for an 18 year old girl to drink 2 liters of beer a day-EVERY DAY.

You've been to belgium, you should be used to it.

Ahh, but from Belgium you can just ride your bike to some other place that sucks less. The problem with islands is that they're tough to get off of. They won't even let me buy a ticket out of here with cash.

Threaten to stay.

The bright side of Ireland is that they're surprisingly good rappers, from the junkie on the corner:
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To the musical comedy:

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To the guys who are taking the piss:
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The guy in the video is Daniel O'Donnell- sort of like an Irish Conway Twitty who is one cheeseball motherfucker that gets your gramma all hot and bothered.

"An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered.
An inconvenience is an adventure wrongly considered."
-- G. K. Chesterton

I see what you're saying, but: Irish road racing.

SpecialK wrote:Maybe you've had this experience: You're travelling, everything is cool and you're having a great time. Then you end up somewhere that you don't really like that much. So you try to leave and all of the sudden it's like you're in the fucking Twilight Zone.

I've been there. It was called Oklahoma City. It's 1:30 am and I leave the bar where this concert was, jump on the bike and try to find the way to the interstate that will lead me to my motel. I get lost.

I found an area that's so desolate at night, not only do they roll the sidewalks up but turn the fucking streets lights off! I dunno, maybe that's normal. There I am, putting along the street, trying to find a turn-around, and worrying about getting raped to death, my flesh eaten, and my skin sewn onto clothing.

Eventually, I found a sign pointing to an interstate and I GTFO.

SidVicious wrote: I've been there. It was called Oklahoma City.

In all my travels, Oklahoma has consistently been the most miserable, unfriendly, ugly, boring, and generally unpleasant place I stopped.

I don't know why, it just is.

--Jaeger

SidVicious wrote:There I am, putting along the street, trying to find a turn-around, and worrying about getting raped to death, my flesh eaten, and my skin sewn onto clothing.

You make Oklahomans sound like the bogeymen from stories!

With an attitude like that, I'm sure Ireland is thinking the same thing about you, whippersnapper!

Zim wrote:

SidVicious wrote:There I am, putting along the street, trying to find a turn-around, and worrying about getting raped to death, my flesh eaten, and my skin sewn onto clothing.

You make Oklahomans sound like the bogeymen from stories!

Have you been to Oklahoma City after dark?
Parts of it are full on C.H.U.D.

Ahh ... you must be on the Northside of Dublin. And you must have had to take Dublin Bus somewhere to feel so fecked off.

Cross the Liffey via O'Connell Bridge, take your first left, then a right, and somewhere around there you will find Donahue's pub (approximately D'Olier & Townsend streets) ... its painted blue and has entrances on two streets, its off the beaten path by half a block and frequented more by students and locals than tourists. They pour a great pint of Guinness.

Then stumble over to Trinity College ... go have a look at the Book of Kells.

It's been a while since I lived there, and most of my close mates have left Dublin (uh, wonder why?) so can't even steer you towards someone who could take you under their wing for an evening. But good luck ... and if you want some more ideas of things to do in and around Dublin, let me now. There ARE some cool things to do/see there!