Follow the Junket

"Where do I go from O'Connell Street?"
"Can't you take the bus all the way to Grafton Street?"
"No, the bus finishes at O'Connell Street"
"OK, so get the bus to Grafton Street"
......
"I'm on O'Connell Street and heading south to cross the bridge... I'm crossing the River Liffey now... where are you?"
"I'm heading up towards the bridge to meet you"
"Which side of the road are you on Jane?"
"I'm not sure"
"What do you mean you're not sure?!"
......
"OK Jane, you need to head back the way you came, I think you're going the wrong way!"

So I was the first-time visitor to Jane's new city Dublin, but she's the one who got lost! Although it wasn't Jane's navigational skills per se, but rather a heady mix of Irish nightlife and release after a week's work. I took a late Friday plane and Jane had made it clear she had no intention of remaining sober for my arrival.

Aside from touring more bars and clubs than many cities have over the weekend, I did accomplish some would-be tourist activities, such as eating a forgetable Irish breakfast (who serves baked beans these days?), walking Jane north of the river for the first time - to the GPO (focal point of Republican Irish dissent over the past century): we also went around the cobbled streets of Temple Bar and sampled the 'odd' Guinness.

It was great to spend a bit of time over on The Isle, and experience the Irish hospitality which puts the English to shame!!

Back I am now in London, with not too many euros left...