We arrived at Dublin airport, where a planeload of people was as rigorously checked as you would expect when entry is controlled by a single middle-aged customs officer at a desk. There were two younger men earlier in the process who were leaning against a wall.
I was going to buy a 3-day Dublin transport card but was told there is a bus strike starting tomorrow. We made it to Cassidy's Hotel which suits us nicely.
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| Irish patriot with gull |
Today we rode the hop on hop off bus around and stopped to visit Trinity College; good fun, beautiful Georgian architecture and the Book of Kells. The latter, a ninth century illuminated manuscript, proves the monks of Iona were talented doodlers with neat handwriting and a talent for colouring in. I was delighted by the story that Queen Victoria managed to make her own small contribution to centuries of English oppression by autographing the Book of Kells when it was placed in front of her to admire.
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| Me with fairy godmother after our visit to the Book of Kells and, of course, the gift shop. |
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| Cui bono? The old Trinity College library was fascinating - Lyn found a custodian to interrogate about the catalogue system. |
From there we finished our bus tour of a city. Dubliners are apparently intent on ripping up the city streets to extend the Luas network, the local trams.
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| Luas with half of Lyn's head |
After a quick lunch at our hotel we used the Luas to get to visit the 7-storey Guinness Storehouse. There we saw a giant exhibition telling the story of ... Guinness. This was more fun than it sounds. I liked the whistling oyster and the bar at the top was great. We are having a quiet night in.
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| Leon with Guinness sculpture |
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| Lyn says, "read the quote". |
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| A pint and a rest after a long day |
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