Adventures of me and my camera - part deux
ACROSS IRELAND YEAH
It was a dark and stormy morning as I hauled my bastard bags underneath a bridge and waited alone. My tour bus was supposed to show up at 8:00am, but half an hour later it still hadn't arrived, leaving me cold, wet and wanting to burn my backpack and all the heavy items crushing my spine. Lulu and Juan, both from Spain, arrived to wait for the bus too, dragging their bags through the puddles, which ended my anxiety of having been waiting on the wrong street. While we were reassuring each other that this was the pickup spot, our bus tour guide Keith jumped out of nowhere and pointed to a big green bus parked in an alley across the street. We glanced over at huge smiling leprechauns and the words Paddywagon painted across it - that was the bus we would spend the next two days in, driving across this beautiful country to Galway. We left for a quick circle of Dublin, filling the bus with other soggy tourists, before heading out on the highway. Keith, who spoke with a thick accent and said 'yeah' after every five words, entertained us for hours with Irish jokes, true stories of fairies, leprechauns, and banshees, taught us new offensive words, and spewed good-humoured loathing at the few English on the bus. About an hour of traveling, yeah, had gone by, yeah, so we then stopped at a whiskey distillery, yeah, and did a tour, yeah, had some whiskey in the distillery bar, yeah, and a couple of pints of Guinness, yeah, and tried to get to know each other, yeah. We were all packed into the little bar and drinking before 10:00am - I knew I was going to like this tour; Ireland is good for you.
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Photo credits: Ron Sumners.