I head off from work to the airport on Thursday evening and fly over to Dublin. I arrive first and sit around the small airport at Dublin and wait for the Scottish residents. Even though the Irish are both the neighbours and cousins of Scotland, this is my first time in Ireland. It's strange being in a European country with the Euro for currency which is so close in culture to Scotland.
I'm absolutely shattered after a week of solid work, and overdosing on Caffeine. I'm looking forward to a slow weekend, and most of all my bed. It seems to take for ages for the Ryanair flight to arrive from Prestwick, but eventually it does, and I get to see my family again, but most importantly of all my brother sorts me out with an Irn Bru which makes everything okay again:
We head off in a taxi to the hotel, and immediately it's clear that I'm not in the Netherlands anymore. The Taxi driver is jovial and talkative and asking all about our stay etc. The Irish call this the "craic". The good conversation and fun.
We settle in the hotel and immediately head off to the bar beside the hotel for our first pint of Guinness and a good hearty meal. I opt for the Fish and Chips and after the long pour the Guinness arrives:
It tastes wonderful, and soon enough the fish and chips arrive to complete the dish. Everyone wolfs down the food and we catch up with gossip, jokes, news etc.
Everyone is pretty knackered, so it's off for an early night.
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