I see to sea

luckily Dublin has a few pubs to wash away the emotional trauma brought on by the ‘can’t do enough fir you …. so we won’t bother’ Failte welcome dished out by a combo of Aer Lingus and the local bus service. Driven to drink, me

But the pub is doing what pubs do and the locals seem friendly enough even if we are clearly fluent in different languages. Luckily we could all bond over the universal language of travellers: watching arsenal win.  So tomorrow the game’s afoot and I’ll see how well I can stumble along the Irish Coast to Coast (IC2C).

what could possibly go wrong? Stroll on ?‍♀️