Wolf Tone, you're bound to start something.

Last night was fun. I came back to my bed and slept in the same room with 12 others. This was something new for me and it would have been a fine experience had it not been for a dying walrus wailing through the night. If you snore at night, and you've been told it's loud enough to shake the building, perhaps you should save up a little more and ask for a private room. The noises coming out of this man, was so obnoxious and loud, I was laughing under my sheets at how ridiculous it all was.

Kinlay House Dublin

Next morning, I made my way down to the kitchen/dinning area. Cereal, toast and tea were the menu. I sat down with a group of Americans who had been in Ireland for the past week. They were part of an "Irish History Class" and were visiting Dublin for the weekend. They were a friendly and social group, something I've come to expect naturally from most Americans. They told me about their experiences in Ireland and how they're looking forward to the rest of the trip. The professor was a soft spoken man who did a solid good job of not letting his excitement for being in Dublin with his class look too obvious.


As I was about to finish my tea, a guy who looked local, walked in and announced that a free walking tour of the city would start in an hour. It was a few blocks away from the hostel. I didn't have anything planned so I decided to check it out. I put away the dishes and made my way to the meeting point. A solid amount of people had shown up. This looked promising. David was going to be our ring leader for the next three hours. He was a short stocky man in his 30s with a shaved head and whole lot of passion for Ireland. As he walked us through the city he gave us an infatuating history of every building and historic sight. He also had no qualms about expressing his hate for modern architecture and the capitalist attitude Ireland had taken for the past ten years.

Spot David

(Pictures to come of facebook soon!)

I met Nadine and Anne, two German girls from Berlin on the tour. They worked for an airline company and had taken some time off to visit Ireland. They were friendly and had a surprisingly open sense of humour. Something I thought was uncharacteristic for Germans. Nadine had a varied taste in music and was quite fond of making obscure and subtle references to random 80s-90s bands that were probably only popular in Germany. I got a sense that she thought I was somewhat detached from popular culture because I had no idea what she was talking about half the time. After the tour, we went for lunch and decided to meet up later that night for a few drinks.


I went back to the hostel and took a two hour nap. I still felt jetlagged but short naps here and there was enough to get me back up and going. I met up with the girls in front of Dublin's legendary and infamous Temple Bar pub. We began to bar hop and tank up on different types of beer. We ended up at an overly clichéd rockabilly pub named "The Gypsy Rose". After a few more pints the music kinda took over and we began to dance on the stage as well as any drunk tourist with no knowledge of 50s rockabilly would.

Gypsy Rose

Pictures on facebook soon!

I grabbed the girls contact information as they offered me a plce to stay when I end up in Berlin. They spoke highly of the city and I'm sure having local connections is going to make for a much more memorable experience.