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shubassdkI've been avoiding talking about my trip to Ireland, just because I want to tell it to all of you at once. I hate telling stories...
Anyway, Maria and I had a pretty non eventful flight to Cork, Ireland, but with 7 hours in London. We started out at 9 am in Copenhagen and were in our hostel room at 7 pm. In the beginning we were both kinda weird about our room, because it wasn't excactly what we had expected, but we didn't want the other to know that, but after we had unpacked our bags (and everything was becoming more home-y) we were more excited about it. We ate dinner at McDonalds and walked around the city, which turned out to be a lot larger than we thought.
We spent wednesday in a city called Cobh (pronounced Cove and used to be called Queenstown (last stop before Titanic sank)). Cobh was just so cute and the weather was nice and everything was just great, so we couldn't help feeling better about everything. We wrote postcards to everyone (I wrote 12, which is a lot for me), but at 3 pm we had to get back to Cork. So when we got back we walked about in the other end of the city and when the time came, we ate dinner in a nice Italian restaurant.
The rainy day was Thursday. It rained. A lot. We were both so wet, because we just couldn't be inside all day and our raincoats weren't the best on the market (even though we live in Denmark). We walked abound in the rain for 4-5 hours and when we got back we bought some bread and ham, which we ate for dinner. Very nice (since I'm Danish I would have liked to use the word "hyggelig", which is a non-translateable word. It's something like cosy, nice or lovely, but not really)..
And finally came Friday, which we spent in Blarney. We had talked about walking to Blarney, because it was "just" 8 km each way, but we took a bus. Some things about the castle: not to offend anyone, but there are a lot of American tourists. The kind that spends an hour each place and then say they've seen the country. The kind who sit on a bus and who only knows they things about the place that the guides tell them. The kind who are old and wear white tennis shoes and don't wear green clothes. Anyway, some lady started speaking to us during the 1 hour line to the kissing of the Blarney Stone. She asked us where we were from and we said Denmark. "Oh, so you don't think it's chilly, then." (it was 10 degrees inside the castle and we had on T-shirts). Uhm, sorry, but yes we do. I'm not going to comment any further. We kissed the stone a rush, so the Americans Robert, Margreth and Orchid behind us could get to the stone quickly. After that we walked around in the beautiful park. We found out that there was an hour between the busses, so we decided to walk to the next busstop. We eneded up walking all the way home. It was more llike 10 km that 8 and it was uphill in the sun. But we did get to see the beautiful landscape.
Saturday was the shopping day, but I didn't buy that much because I realised that I hadn't brought along that much cash. Maria bought a picture, a CD (she has horrible taste in music) and the Harry Potter book. I bought a book and a LOTR:TT poster (yay!). We saw some more churches (they just have TOO many bloody churches!) and went back to our room. Maria talked me into reading aloud from the HP book and all in all I read 200 pages, which my throat didn't like that much.
Sunday was a bit of an anti-climax day, because (since it was sunday) everything was clsed, except for some animal park between Cork and Cove. We were there for some hours and then wnet back to our room to read some more HP. We went out for dinner to a very good Mexican restaurant, but Maria had forgotten her wallet at the room, so she had to walk back throught the rain for it (because of my money situation. I was 1 short and then the tips also). We read some more HP and then went to bed, although I couldn't sleep.
We went home Monday, so we got our cab for the airport (which cost me exactly my last money. I think I
had 2 left) and we took off. It was really nice, because it was nice weather (which we reffer to as Irish rain, because they kept saying it would rain in Cork and it only rained 2 days), so we could see the coast. The rest of the trip was really nice and we laughed so much.
Both of our moms were in the airport when we got home and in the car we talked so much, so we figured the Blarney stone has had an effect. And when I got home I got my Harry Potter book, too. *sigh* I've only read 50 pages more, but I still love it.
All in all Cork is just an industrial city with too many churches and pubs
Anyway, Maria and I had a pretty non eventful flight to Cork, Ireland, but with 7 hours in London. We started out at 9 am in Copenhagen and were in our hostel room at 7 pm. In the beginning we were both kinda weird about our room, because it wasn't excactly what we had expected, but we didn't want the other to know that, but after we had unpacked our bags (and everything was becoming more home-y) we were more excited about it. We ate dinner at McDonalds and walked around the city, which turned out to be a lot larger than we thought.
We spent wednesday in a city called Cobh (pronounced Cove and used to be called Queenstown (last stop before Titanic sank)). Cobh was just so cute and the weather was nice and everything was just great, so we couldn't help feeling better about everything. We wrote postcards to everyone (I wrote 12, which is a lot for me), but at 3 pm we had to get back to Cork. So when we got back we walked about in the other end of the city and when the time came, we ate dinner in a nice Italian restaurant.
The rainy day was Thursday. It rained. A lot. We were both so wet, because we just couldn't be inside all day and our raincoats weren't the best on the market (even though we live in Denmark). We walked abound in the rain for 4-5 hours and when we got back we bought some bread and ham, which we ate for dinner. Very nice (since I'm Danish I would have liked to use the word "hyggelig", which is a non-translateable word. It's something like cosy, nice or lovely, but not really)..
And finally came Friday, which we spent in Blarney. We had talked about walking to Blarney, because it was "just" 8 km each way, but we took a bus. Some things about the castle: not to offend anyone, but there are a lot of American tourists. The kind that spends an hour each place and then say they've seen the country. The kind who sit on a bus and who only knows they things about the place that the guides tell them. The kind who are old and wear white tennis shoes and don't wear green clothes. Anyway, some lady started speaking to us during the 1 hour line to the kissing of the Blarney Stone. She asked us where we were from and we said Denmark. "Oh, so you don't think it's chilly, then." (it was 10 degrees inside the castle and we had on T-shirts). Uhm, sorry, but yes we do. I'm not going to comment any further. We kissed the stone a rush, so the Americans Robert, Margreth and Orchid behind us could get to the stone quickly. After that we walked around in the beautiful park. We found out that there was an hour between the busses, so we decided to walk to the next busstop. We eneded up walking all the way home. It was more llike 10 km that 8 and it was uphill in the sun. But we did get to see the beautiful landscape.
Saturday was the shopping day, but I didn't buy that much because I realised that I hadn't brought along that much cash. Maria bought a picture, a CD (she has horrible taste in music) and the Harry Potter book. I bought a book and a LOTR:TT poster (yay!). We saw some more churches (they just have TOO many bloody churches!) and went back to our room. Maria talked me into reading aloud from the HP book and all in all I read 200 pages, which my throat didn't like that much.
Sunday was a bit of an anti-climax day, because (since it was sunday) everything was clsed, except for some animal park between Cork and Cove. We were there for some hours and then wnet back to our room to read some more HP. We went out for dinner to a very good Mexican restaurant, but Maria had forgotten her wallet at the room, so she had to walk back throught the rain for it (because of my money situation. I was 1 short and then the tips also). We read some more HP and then went to bed, although I couldn't sleep.
We went home Monday, so we got our cab for the airport (which cost me exactly my last money. I think I
had 2 left) and we took off. It was really nice, because it was nice weather (which we reffer to as Irish rain, because they kept saying it would rain in Cork and it only rained 2 days), so we could see the coast. The rest of the trip was really nice and we laughed so much.
Both of our moms were in the airport when we got home and in the car we talked so much, so we figured the Blarney stone has had an effect. And when I got home I got my Harry Potter book, too. *sigh* I've only read 50 pages more, but I still love it.
All in all Cork is just an industrial city with too many churches and pubs
