Cork, Ireland — I hate to give into stereotypes but it’s true the Irish drink like fish and are the friendliest people on earth. We landed at the ferry port and took a bus into Dublin. We checked into our hostel and noticed a completely different atmosphere from London; friendly people who wanted to talk to you and a completely relaxed environment.
We headed down to the local pub and had some of the most delicious beef stew that I have ever had. The hostel is the kind of hostel that has all night reggae parties and the beer flows like water… come to think of it there is most likely more beer then water. So far there are only nice drunks. I have learned that there are a few general categories when it comes to travel. One of those categories are people who can’t drink in there own country so come to Europe to get wasted. I can’t tell you enough about how glad I am that we are not in that category. The drunks are tolerable except when the stumble into your room at three in the morning and shine a light on your face looking for there bed.
The atmosphere in Dublin is such that there is almost nothing to do but drink, even the main tourist attractions are breweries, on our first day in Cork the atmosphere seems much better and the country side is right outside your door. The train ride was beautiful. The Irish country side is one of the most amazing things that I have seen in my life. We met up with a guy named Tom who traveled with us from Dublin. He is a well of historic knowledge and a great guy to hang out with. Meeting people while traveling may be one of the best parts about this life. I’m still having a great time and finally beat the jet lag.