DUBLIN
Kissing mission and acquisition of Eloquence complete I headed for Dublin.
Jason seems to have issues every time we hit a city and managed to get us completely lost while having a recalculation fit. Recalculating, recalculating, recalculating, recalculating. Lucky he has a nice voice. He eventually led me to a suburban dead end. Happy days. I eventually arrived at my over priced hotel and headed for an overpriced pint.
My first order of business in this fair city strangely enough was to find the Australian Embassy in Dublin so I could cast my vote and attempt to keep that misogynistic mad monk out of government. We all know how that turned out. Regardless it was a treat to be in a room of Aussies for a few minutes. No worries, righto, thanks mate, see ya, yeah ta.
Being alone in a big city once more I opted for the tourist bus. The live guides are the funniest yet and a very good example that the male of the species can in fact multi task. The guides manage to talk, be funny and drive those gigantic double decker buses around the city. I was suitably impressed. Being Irish they are also incurable incorrigible flirts and I had so many comments on my lack of wedding ring that I have taken to wearing one to give me some peace. They are a silver tongued breed and we were regaled with gems and pearls of wisdom.
My wife uses the smoke alarm as a timer.
The definition of mixed emotions is watching your mother in law go over the cliff in your new car.
My wife ran off with a policeman. Every time I hear a siren I fear he’s bringing her back.
The millennium spire was put up in 2003.
One sang a spirited rendition of Molly Malone, that mussel and cockle seller by day and lady of the night by well night.
Another pretended that the Guinness Storehouse was closed for a private function that day.
Another changed his name from Mick to Paddy and various other Irish names at each stop.
That was just a few. I wish I had better retention for jokes.
There is so much to see in Dublin, two days is barely enough to scratch the surface. I missed the cultural things like museums and galleries and did the other really important things like visiting the makers of some fine beverages.
GUINNESS STOREHOUSE
Seeing as it was in fact and is always open I went. Pretty damn expensive too at about 16 euro but it did end with one very lovely pint in a glass tower with a panoramic view of the city. Up there with the Titanic tour as a sensory experience. The first room includes a fragrant sea of real barley, hops plants in glass cases, a cascading waterfall and loads of information about how they make their very special beer.
Arthur Guinness was one cool guy. He is loved in this city for many good reasons. As well as being the biggest employer in the city he truly cared about his workforce and tried to make life better for them. He was the first to introduce free healthcare for the men and their families, looked after the wives if hubby died, built decent housing and the list goes on. The cheeky sod, when signing the lease for the run down distillery he used to start off his business, negotiated for a 9000 year lease for about 45 pound a year! Now that’s forward thinking.
Jameson Whisky Tour
It was only fair to visit the city’s other famous alcohol distillery, otherwise it would have felt left out. Both Scotland and Ireland have loads of distilleries and I’ve somehow managed to not do an actual tour, so that’s my second excuse.
Bloody expensive again at about 14 euro but once again worth it. My bus driver had told me that they ask ten people from the group of 40 or so to “volunteer” to be a taster and that you had to be quick. My hand shot up like a proverbial rocket and I scored the coveted role. A cheesy movie, good explanations of the process and alchemy involved in making their magical brew. The taste test was to learn the difference between Scotch, American and Irish Whisky. It was a hard job but somebody had to do it. I am now of course an insufferable expert and even have a certificate to prove it.
Dublin Literary Pub Crawl
This was such a highlight for me and I wish I had managed to do their historical walking tour as well. Ireland, and in particular Dublin, has produced some brilliant writers. Many of them having gone through the doors of Trinity College which we do visit on the tour. Two brilliant actors and literature enthusiasts walked a group of willing enthralled victims around four or five of Dublin’s pubs educating, quoting, impersonating or performing famous works by the authors. Oscar Wilde, WB Yeats, James Joyce, Samuel Beckett, Jonathan Swift, Bram Stoker and a bunch of guys and gals I’d never heard of.
The stops in the actual pubs are breaks and we had only 20 minutes to order and polish off a drink. I was forced to do the sacrilegious and order a half pint! Frankly I was embarrassed. This was one of my last cultural experiences in Ireland and rates as one of my best. Unmissable.
Look for the shamrock. Forget cappuccino art, Guinness art!
GREENERY
I did manage to visit one green space, St Stephens Green. Once upon a time a private garden but later opened up to the public by another philanthropic Guinness family member. Flowers, lawns, duck filled ponds and sculptures, including a very abstract one of WB Yeats. Lovely!
Dublin does have a Botanic Garden but I gave it a miss as the ad for it had a picture of a glasshouse and I just can’t bear being disappointed again. I’m all glasshoused out.
NEWGRANGE and KNOWTH
One last and fabulous cultural experience before I leave these emerald shores. I was so pleased I got to save it until last. Only an hour outside of Dublin, these remarkable ancient burial mounds are older than Stonehenge and the Giza Pyramid dated at around 3000BC.
The visit is carefully managed by the visitor centre for very good reason. When the site was originally uncovered the early visitors were souvenir hunters and fond of graffiti. Lots of precious damage done. It also means that now the site only ever has as many people as can comfortably enjoy it at a time. They transported us to the sites driven by yet more cheeky bus drivers. A breed apart. The guided tours are inexpensive but the day I turned up was magical free day! Happy horti.
I found the tours of the two different sites absolutely fascinating. Two different guides, resolutely passionate about their mounds. That sounds a bit rude!
The burial mounds are more correctly known as passage graves and are perfectly astronomically, or is it astrologically, designed so that on either the solstice or equinox depending on the mound, the inner chamber lights when the sun is perfectly aligned for an ever so brief time. Our guide at Newgrange, the only one you can go inside, was able to recreate the Winter Solstice wonder by a display brought to us by the electric company. Magical. I’m not being sarcastic, it really was. The inner chamber of Newgrange takes the form of a cross. It predates christianity by a lot so it aint no crucifix! Claustrophobics beware. It is a wee dark passage and once inside there is nowhere to go.
The Neolithic carvings from these sites formed the largest and perhaps oldest collection in the world. Loads of theories abound regarding the meaning of the spirals and other carvings but the decoding equivalent of the Rosetta Stone alas has never been found. Apparently the debate rages with gnashed teeth between the various experts. Grrr. Nothing scarier than a scholar. The spirals found inside and out of both sites are used as the template for much of the Celtic style jewellery sold in Ireland today.
I thought about asking what species of grass was covering the mounds but you know, that might have tipped them over the edge. Plus I didn’t actually care. What I really wanted to was to have a roll or perhaps cartwheel on the mounds but I reigned my impulse in. Don’t want to get banned.
And that is IT for Ireland. I had to race up to Belfast to drop off the car and bid GPS Jason a tender farewell and race back to Dublin before I headed to my next stop, USA and Canada. Bloody hell! Hard to believe that’s it. Not feeling that excited about the US yet but perhaps it will enthral me once I’m there.
Before I go a few more Irish idioms to share.
Cead mile failte – a hundred thousand welcomes
The traditional Gaelic greeting but not used nearly enough.
The modern version is:- Welcome, you are most welcome. Still good but just not the same.
Thanks a million. Not just thanks a lot, a million!
Can be used in tandem with another pearler:-
That’s grand, thanks a million.
Fair play to you – When they are very impressed by you or an accomplishment. Most Irish think that my solo journey is both mad and deserving of a “fair play to you!” I’ll take that.
Molly Malone, seller of cockles and mussels and “other” things