Hello from Dublin! It has been an action packed two days (sadly not that kind of action), and so far I’ve really enjoyed the city. A few random notes:
- Light=awesome. I love being in places where it’s still somewhat light outside at 10:30PM.
- Some people need to learn tour bus etiquette. Specifically, if you’re taking a hop on hop off tour and have the best seat in the house, don’t put your feet up and prevent anyone from sitting next to you on a full bus. I expect better, especially since said lady was a flight attendant for a major US airline (though how I know that is a completely different story).
- Beer=disgusting. I want to like beer, I really do. It’s the “cool” thing. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t. Diet Coke with lime is just too damn good. I tried to sample some Guinness yesterday at the Guinness factory, though it was a failure. I couldn’t down more than a sip. Time for me to hit up the Diet Coke with Lime factory in Atlanta, I think. Do they also give free samples?
- Dublin has the funniest store names. Knobs & Knockers, really?
- I nearly caused a fist fight between cab drivers. This was easily one of the top ten most ridiculous travel moments of my life. Instead of asking the doorman at the Four Seasons to hail a cab, I decided to walk off the premises to catch a cab (not sure why, but don’t think there’s anything wrong with that). I’m used to being in places where customers are competing for cabs (like during rush hour in New York), and not places where cabs are competing for customers. So as I left the hotel premises I saw a cab speeding by and tried to hail it. He promptly stopped, at which point I heard probably 10 horns go off. What the….? As it turns out the cab queue for the hotel was just across the street. I hadn’t seen it, so was in a rather awkward situation as I had the cab door open for the cab I had hailed, while the cab driver was getting the middle finger from a dozen other cab drivers. Those cab drivers started getting out of their cars and calling my cab driver all kinds of profanities (including racial ones, since most of them were Irish and he wasn’t). I went to the first cab in the queue instead to be “fair,” though witnessed the most ridiculous shouting match between the “poacher” and the other drivers. Crazy…
More to come later. For now I need an ice cold pint of Diet Coke with lime. Cheers!