The day before I flew home, I chose to attempt the National Library and museum again, having discovered they were closed on Monday. All week I was excited for the Library visit, to walk through its shelves and run my fingers along the books before choosing a great tome to study, even if for just …
Day four was Wednesday, and it became apparent I was running out of activities to do. Dublin is a compact city, and everything is within 10 minutes walking distance of everything else. Before I came away to Dublin, I decided I’d purchase a book from everywhere I travel in the future, and with Dublin being …
Day three was writer’s day, and I set off up O’Connell street to the Dublin Writers Museum. I passed the GPO Building, the centre of the Irish rebellion known as the Easter Rising, where there was a foolhardy attempt to oust the British. It failed, but the building survived in all its magnificence. The GPO is …
The first thing you learn when hostelling is that the room will empty before you’ve even woken up. I mentioned there were four guys on the lower bunks when I went to bed on Sunday night. When I woke up on Monday, there was just me and another. The second lesson I learned that day …
When I wrote this first dispatch, I sat in Hard Rock Café in Dublin, waiting for my chicken and mojito. It was delicious, although the Mojito could have been stronger. It was six hours after I stepped out of my front door to begin my Dublin holiday. The trip to Manchester Airport was uneventful. My …