That´s me in the corner, or my shadow rather, taking the picture. Next up is the inside of my hostel. Oddly enough, though my dorm was called "Carrick", I think it was secretly the "Scarface Room." I slept with a huge poster of Al Pacino next to my head and there was another poster of the film on the right as you walk into the room. It´s very welcoming when you think about it. Tony Montana was a very giving man... sharing his cocaine, protecting his sister from men because he secretly loved her, smacking Michelle around a little, oh and only kicking your ass if you really owed him money. Afterall, his most memorable line is, "say hello to my little friend." Hello Tony, hello. Pics...
This bottom one is the view from my bed, number 819 (top bunk, yessss!) towards the front door.
My bed was just fine. And, other than the putrid smell in the lobby, and the water being shut off for 3 days, and my scary Russian roommates who would wake up crying and shrieking odd things in Russian, it was a dandy stay!
All right, I´ll address these things. The putrid smell reminded me of (disgusting description coming...) what a casserole of roquefort cheese, sweatsocks and puke might make a home smell like after baking for 2 hours and then being left on the table for an hour. I literally had to hold my breath in certain areas of the hostel so I wouldn´t dry heave. That was mostly downstairs though. My dorm smelled fine, until the water was shut off. This left us no option but to "do our business", myself and 15 other girls that is, and leave it until the toilet was able to flush again. I think I brushed my teeth like 4 times in 3 days. I didn´t take a shower until I got to Whit, so from Saturday morning to Tuesday night. I could literally take my ponytail out and it would stay in the shape of a ponytail, sans hair tie. It was gross. And then there were the odd roommates. They would speak in Russian sometimes and english others, but one of them woke up screaming and crying in the middle of the night, yelling in Russian. It was a bit scary the first night, but I got used to it.
I was a little nervous to be out too late at night on my own, so no bar scene for this gal. But, in hind sight, I don´t think anyone would have bothered me, but rather, may have thought I was homeless or about to mug them. Here´s what I wore almost the whole time in Dublin... I know, red snowflake gloves just scream badass!
I was going for an "Ashlee Simpson, I don´t care how I look, I´m fabulous because I´m me" kind of look. I think I pulled it off.
My first night was fairly uneventful, but nice. I started out at about 5, walking all over my area, getting a tourist map and checking things out. I was located about 5 blocks off the main drag, O´Connel Street, and within a 15 minute walk of all the good shopping and some cool sites. I got to go to an english movie! I ended up going every night, but the first one I saw was Stranger than Fiction. I really liked it. A nice branch out for Will Ferrel and I always love Maggie Gyllenhal.
Here´s a nice pic from the O´Connel bridge looking down the River Liffey on my first night...
DublinDoesn´t it just make you want to hug a leprechaun and drink some Guinness? I love this picture! I really lucked out because I didn´t use the flash and all the right things are in focus I think.
Anyhoo, that was my first night. I´ll post day 2 later, but I need to get some Christmas shopping done and unplug the drain in my bathroom. The sink is so clogged that the standing water doesn´t even drain after I wait a while. Lets hope I got mom´s genes as far as being handy goes. Dad can certainly run a 10k, but making things work is not his strong suit. Love you!
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