another day wasted, but i'm not bitter. what do i really expect from life anyway? endless fulfillment mixed perfectly with excitement? hell, i don't even know what i really want to do anyway. what would it take to be fulfilled? enough. i'm not really in the mood to feign a philosophical attitude. i'm just inexplicably restless. and i thought a vacation would help. segue unecessary.
so, chinatown in london? i'm pretty sure i remember the order of events, but i'll leave it to max and lanette to email me with corrections if necessary.
after much digesting and talk about the wonders of digestion, we rambled around london seeing sights and taking care of bid-ness (lanette&max swung by sta travel to get tickets to madrid, i bought postcards, we all spent time marveling (or at least i was amazed) over the beauty of european internet cafe-things -- easyEverything is so cool). and THEN we explored the joys of an aussie bar. wow. they know how to have fun. to be honest, i don't know what was so crazy, but it was a sunday afternoon (we got there late -- around 3-ish -- they'd been at it since noon, apparently), there were two great cover bands (they seem to be huge in europe) playing, everyone was infectiously laid-back and just enjoying themselves. i loved it. also, on an excursion to find lanette (i don't know why i was worried -- she's been frolicking around europe for six months by herself, and i thought she was lost in a bar when i didn't see her for twenty minutes) i ran into an oddly bold yet endearing kiwi who proceeded to charm me with his "conversational" skills. why am i such a goober? anyway, we ended up getting kicked out at 1130pm when they closed (some weird english and irish rule put in place because the menfolk weren't returning to their families at decent hours).
phew. why did sunday take so long to write?
you know what i realized? we went to chinatown on monday. sunday we ate at an indian restaraunt called bhel puri house. well, i'll have you know there was no bhel puri there -- just your average indian buffet. we gorged anyway. so use your imagination (pretend you care) and switch the two meals. after monday's meal, we did some more exploring of the city and then headed off to the airport. lots of postcard writing, queue-waiting, and, well, talking. we got in to ireland pretty late; upon our arrival, max proceeded to get endearingly giddy. we took a taxi (with a brief stop at supermacs for lanette's "birthday dinner" -- sorry lanette) to a bed&breakfast near the airport, where we stayed for the night.
the next morning, after a large irish breakfast with 3 canadian ladies and various other guests, we proceeded to bunratty (bhun raite?) castle where we toured with a few busloads of elderly german travelers. the narrow passages were kinda' frustrating, but for the most part we avoided the oldfolk. lots of cool pictures, and interesting history; i'm definitely glad we got to do it. lunch was at dürty nelly's (the original -- established 1629, or something like that) and quite satisfying in the open irish air. after that, we took the bus to limerick, where max's aunt noirin picked us up. she dropped us off at max's aunt&uncle's house (merc and peter), where we stayed for the week (thanks so much peter and merc!). max's aunt carolann and uncle ed (cousins jennifer and joseph) cooked us a fabulous dinner, we hung out, and then we headed to the pubs (even stopped by niall o'donnel's uncle's club).
now, because even i am sick of my long-windedness, i'm going to try to be brief now. i may add details later as i remember them or feel inspired. for now, though:
wednesday, we explored the nun's beach (a secluded beach separate from the men's beach and the ladies' beach; there was an old convent on top of one of the cliffs, where the nuns used to live); we climbed down the cliffs, explored the caves, floundered awash in the frigid cold water of the atlantic, tried to regain the feeling in our extremities and generally enjoyed the gorgeous irish day. the cliffs are as stupendous as they say (we took a cliffwalk too); i only wish i hadn't run out of film when i did -- i'll get whatever pictures i have developed and get them up here soon. and hopefully max will send me his digital pictures soon, too -- those are the really cool ones from inside the caves. that night, max's aunt noirin and uncle joe (and cousin merc) cooked us dinner and then took us to mass at the cemetary (in memory of max's grandma). afterwards we headed to the pubs with all of the family for irish coffees and merrymaking. we met cousin pearse and aunt eileen (and some others i'm sure), and then went to more pubs and met diarmuid and aidan (possibly the cutest irish engineers in existence), friends of cousin pearse. overall, the night was amazing; i don't know that i've ever laughed so much in my entire life, or enjoyed myself so thoroughly. i'm not going to say anymore about it, because it's just one of those things -- i'll just have to remember it without words.
thursday, max's cousin merc took us horseback riding along the coast, and we hung out in ballybunion. we had a late lunch at beasley's and then meandered home for an evening of chilling and laundrying and preparing for the trip back to london. we went out to the pubs again that night; it didn't get old, though my writing about it may seem so. well, it didn't. it was fantabulous.
friday was mostly travelling back to shannon to the airport for our flight back to london. we got there ridiculously early, because ryanair is notorious for cancelling flights or just plain bumping passengers. we wrote some more postcards and i bought my only souvenier (coasters for my mom -- she likes plates, but i couldn't find any in the airport) from the airport gift shop. ate some really good airport food for purty cheap, and then took the flight back to london. we spent the night in the generator again, and hung out in the hostel's bar, since it was pretty late by the time we got in. it was an interesting scene, but lanette and max say hostel bars mostly are.
saturday, lanette got her belly pierced, i got my hair cut (the hair cut was supposed to be drastic, but my cutter chickened out), max watched, we saw even more of london, lanette and max picked up their tickets to madrid, we went to camden town (very cool) and eventually we headed back to the hostel for showers (did i mention london was unusually hot and we were sweating like dogs in heat? for once i actually missed air conditioning, which apparently they haven't heard of). that night we met up with melissa (whose birthday it was) and rawley again, and went bar-hopping in angel (pretty cute area) and when they closed we headed to bagley's club (supposedly infamous). a huge warehouse, with a semi-rave scene and weird dancing girls on stage. i got my ass pinched by a strange sac look-a-like, but other than that, it was mostly dancing and sweating. didn't meet any people, but of course it was still fun. i spent a lot of time trying not to think about the fact that i was leaving the next day. so much for live for the moment.
well i did. i left the next day, got into raleigh/durham airport around 2am sunday night, spent the night in payal's raleigh apartment, and drove to work the next morning.
that is ALL for tonight.