And here's where I don't unpack for, ooh, about a week...
Got back from Dublin today. I had a great time, it's a lovely city. It makes me wish I'd put a lot more thought in to where I wanted to go and do my Masters, because Trinity is lovely, and I can just see myself living in Dublin, it has that sort of vibe...If only I was doing a PhD (and yet at the same time, I'm glad I'm not...).
The only thing that marred the holiday slightly was the (surprise suprise) flighty airporty stuff.
So, flight was 10:30 a.m., to get to Dublin at 12.
Time we got up 5:30. Time we left house, 7. Time we got to airport, 8:30.
Time we actually got to Dublin? 9:30 PM.
Basically our plane had a technical fault. There's no-one to blame for something like that, but they were incredibly unhelpful when it came to giving out info. Still, that didn't bother me so much as what happened when they told us our flight was not coming. They put us through a whole tonne of crap about duty-free, saying before we got ourselves re-booked on the next flight, we had to return it. This was a rule no-one had heard of. It seemed in fact that someone just made it up on the spot.
After delaying us by an hour and putting us through security again, they then said casually, actually it was okay to keep the duty-free. By that time it was too late to get an earlier flight. Bastards. I had to take off my shoes three times that day. That's no joke when you're wearing tightly-laced converse high-tops (if i don't tie them up they come undone, and that's dangerous. Also I'm a geek). But seriously, the bureaucratic nonsense of it really annoyed me, especially as it took someone kicking up a fuss for them to actually take notice and sort it out. Politeness it seems gets you nowhere. And not ONE person said sorry for your inconvenience. It took one day out of our holiday too, which was a shame. Didn't get a chance to see certain things I wanted to, or just explore.
But anyhoo. Let's stick to the positives.
Dublin = v.cool indeed. Wicklow and Dublin Bay are lovely to look at. All the people we met were nice, and it definitely felt safer than London. So Dublin, I'm sure you'll be glad to know that you get a thumbs up from me. Fingers crossed, I'll come back to see you soon. Got some great MAC make up (one blush, one mascara, to lipglass pencils (they might be limited edition...) and a brush set). Got meself a cute retro-y red swing coat from Penneys/Primark for not very much money. Had a nice hotel room. A cute Canadian flirted with me beside a river. Got myself some great photos. All in all, had a lovely time.
ps sorry for the ellipsis within an ellipsis. And as much as I liked the Soviet sub-plot and my love for Moss non-withstanding, the IT Crowd was a bit poor tonight. Sorry Graham. I only say it because I love you.
The only thing that marred the holiday slightly was the (surprise suprise) flighty airporty stuff.
So, flight was 10:30 a.m., to get to Dublin at 12.
Time we got up 5:30. Time we left house, 7. Time we got to airport, 8:30.
Time we actually got to Dublin? 9:30 PM.
Basically our plane had a technical fault. There's no-one to blame for something like that, but they were incredibly unhelpful when it came to giving out info. Still, that didn't bother me so much as what happened when they told us our flight was not coming. They put us through a whole tonne of crap about duty-free, saying before we got ourselves re-booked on the next flight, we had to return it. This was a rule no-one had heard of. It seemed in fact that someone just made it up on the spot.
After delaying us by an hour and putting us through security again, they then said casually, actually it was okay to keep the duty-free. By that time it was too late to get an earlier flight. Bastards. I had to take off my shoes three times that day. That's no joke when you're wearing tightly-laced converse high-tops (if i don't tie them up they come undone, and that's dangerous. Also I'm a geek). But seriously, the bureaucratic nonsense of it really annoyed me, especially as it took someone kicking up a fuss for them to actually take notice and sort it out. Politeness it seems gets you nowhere. And not ONE person said sorry for your inconvenience. It took one day out of our holiday too, which was a shame. Didn't get a chance to see certain things I wanted to, or just explore.
But anyhoo. Let's stick to the positives.
Dublin = v.cool indeed. Wicklow and Dublin Bay are lovely to look at. All the people we met were nice, and it definitely felt safer than London. So Dublin, I'm sure you'll be glad to know that you get a thumbs up from me. Fingers crossed, I'll come back to see you soon. Got some great MAC make up (one blush, one mascara, to lipglass pencils (they might be limited edition...) and a brush set). Got meself a cute retro-y red swing coat from Penneys/Primark for not very much money. Had a nice hotel room. A cute Canadian flirted with me beside a river. Got myself some great photos. All in all, had a lovely time.
ps sorry for the ellipsis within an ellipsis. And as much as I liked the Soviet sub-plot and my love for Moss non-withstanding, the IT Crowd was a bit poor tonight. Sorry Graham. I only say it because I love you.