To the bus! Patrick, the guy renting out his flat to us, is meeting us in Dublin. The room is not available until 3pm so he’s allowed us to store our luggage until the the place is ready still means we’ll need to occupy ourselves for 8 hours.
Europe knows how to do public transportation. Double decker bus hauling ass, entertainment, and free fucking wifi. Everywhere we go, free wifi. Not the shit wifi you get in motels in America where you’d be better off using smoke signals or semaphore.
We got dumped off the bus in downtown Dublin and had to walk quite a ways. It’s so damn early and the streets were quite full of people. Life in the big city seems to go all night and into the morning, unlike Reno where they roll up the sidewalks at 8pm.
We met Pat near The Fryery, a Fish n Chips joint. He was just standing there waiting for us on the sidewalk. Now that’s service. That’s him up ther in the front dragging Barbara’s suitcase full of bowling balls and gilded anvils. He gives us a quick history of Dublin and suggestions of places to check out and gives us the keys. We’re told to come back by noon and that our flat would be ready. We’re back on the streets we need to find some damn food, because unlike John, Barbara and I have not eaten since the flight.
Just your typical church in an average Dublin neighborhood. John’s Lane Church a block from our flat. But seriously, we need food and it’s still too damn early. Nothing is open.
Barbara and I are getting, in a term I actually despise, hangry. Yelp is consulted. Nothing is open until until 8am and it’s only 7:45! I tend to hate eating fast food on these trips but I was willing to compromise my high standards for just about anything. This feeding hole needs stuffing.
O’Shea’s Merchant it is. I’ll leave it here because WordPress app is being an absolute cock right now. Stay tuned…