Break on Through

If anyone has ever taken an overnight flight, especially one overseas, then you'll know the strange sensation. It's like cramping into a small, gloomy room for six hours--total blackness outside--and emerging into a alien landscape. Though, to be honest, I'm being melodramatic. Eventually, the plane catches up with the sun, and by the time we hit Ireland you could glimpse the craggy shore though a wispy layer of clouds. Thank God we arrived to a true Irish welcome: rain and cold. The transfer point in Shannon (central-west Ireland) was a rural area. All the green and yellow plots are neatly divided by a partition of shrubbery. Transfer went swimmingly, and now we are in Dublin.

Though Dublin could be compared in certain aspects to American cities, I really felt a culture shock. Everyone around us spoke a different language while we funneled onto bus 16A outside of the airport (1.7 E for the ride into central Dublin). We got off the bus saddled with bags and proceeded to wander Dublin in a zombified, hallucinatory daze looking for our hostel. We found it two hours later, feet from the original bus-stop.


Expect pictures

-Mark