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   Oct 11

‘The I’ve Seen Sweet Fugger All of Dublin’ trip to Dublin

I hate to say it but I’m a tad over looking at pretty cathedrals, mausoleums, museums, statues, monuments and other flotsam and jetsam from the past.

Sum total of my experiences in Dublin consist of….

  • Guinness factory (but only cause it had a free pint at the end and was next door to the hostel)
  • A funky jazz club
  • A brief wander around Temple Bar
  • Attending a funky play as part of the Dublin Theatre Festival (do all Irish plays feature the word fuck as every second word with an occasional cunt and shithole thrown in as well as a bit of gratuitous frontal nudity and riding a statue of the Virgin Mary?) …. nonetheless quite an interesting and funky play.
  • Browsing through three million bookshops
  • Reading novels and drinking coffee in umpteen coffee shops (my favourite being one called Insomnia because it’s got a funky name and the coffee doesn’t taste like shit).

I think there must be lots of historical stuff and pretty sights and stuff that I haven’t seen – but… to tell the truth… I really don’t care…not because it would be any less interesting than the countless others I’ve seen, but realistically, I just want to sit and read a book and enjoy the last vestiges of my holiday before I am subjected again to the joys that are being an intern. 

Twelve more weeks whenst I return until I get general registration and change hospitals… I look forward to it with vigour and enthusiasm.

To Switzerland tomorrow.  Will be much fun to catch up with Crazy Chris as well as loitering in a few local caffeine establishments and continuing my literary adventure…. oh yeah and there could be some funky wanderings in the mountains if the weather holds out apparently….which would be good… I need some good clean wholesome exercise and fresh air.

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One Comment

  1. michael says:

    I don’t think it’s something you should apologise for! I had this feeling on past trips.
    History isn’t the only reason to spend time in another place – it’s just the “obvious” one. And it’s only a matter of time before flickr has a picture of every historical thing in existence anyway. So what is the point of travel anyway?? You could drunkenly discuss this for hours.

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