Copied from my old blog: http://dancinginviolentfields.com/steps-of-faith/
Back in 2015...
I took a taxi to get back to Birmingham (unfortunately it was the only suitable base to catch another coach from) and then the 10pm bus to the Holyhead port before the bus boarded the 2am ferry across to Dublin. THE FERRY HAD WIFI. I was completely amazed and impressed. This was a big step up from the Kythira > Athens ferry. I arrived to the Dublin coach station at 6:30am, dazed, tired and lacking food. Mum’s friend had thoughtfully packed me a few sandwiches and some chocolates so they went down well for some sort of breakfast as I sat in the freezer box of a coach station.
I must have fallen into deep sleep when I got to the hostel foyer as I was awoken by Krystal & Kai who has finally arrived at around 1:30pm. We checked into Generator hostel in Dublin and had quick showers before walking around the city for what felt like forever trying to find an ATM machine. Eventually we found one and then went off to find a pub; oh wait, there’s a thousand here to choose from. There may be a lack in ATM’s but there most certainly isn’t in pubs.
3 servings of your 10 euro Guinness & Irish stew deal please! My babies had turned into hardcore beer drinkers since being at Oktoberfest the previous days. Although how could we NOT have a guinness to celebrate our first night in Ireland together. We made sure that when sayings ‘Cheers!’ to look at each other in the eye as for in German tradition if one failed to do so they would have 7 years bad sex. Not that I entirely care all too much on this matter, I did it for tradition’s sake.
We had an early night which was much needed! When Krystal woke me up in the morning though I tried to talk and my throat hurt so much! And it only got worst as the day passed.
The next day was spent fully in bed, I could not move. I didn’t eat all day. I was suffering with a high temperature and extremely swollen tonsils. This was not unfamiliar trekking ground for me; though when I usually get this sick I am in my own house. Being overseas in a mixed dorm room of 8 people was a completely different thing!
So to cut a long story short I had developed to the first stage of tonsillitis. 75 euro’s later (60 to see a doctor for 5 minutes & 15 on anti-biotics) and I was well drugged for our journey to Galway.