And I’m back!

After 9 months of being grounded and going on my London adventure, I’ve finally boarded a plane again, although I haven’t gone far. Only the next island over, Ireland. For St. Patrick’s day!

Winging it a bit as I’ve not done any research, so far, it’s just a case of follow everyone with a giant green hat on!

Which led to me standing in the biting cold for 5 hours waiting and then watching the parade.

It was worth it, although I was surprised at how many American schools were participating.

I was then able to check into my Hostel, Paddy’s Palace. It did not live up to its name. I was lucky enough to have a room to myself, although there was no heating, so a very cold room, but with three extra duvets to snuggle up with!

Quickly freshened up and head back out into the snow to find a pub showing the Irish game, not hard!

So here I am, in Dublin, on St. Patrick’s day, drinking Guinness. All the clichés, and as an added bonus, watching Ireland beat England in the rugby!

Riding high on the euphoric atmosphere I wanted to find a pub closer to my Hostel so I could make my way back to my bed after a few more pints!

The Celt Inn was just around the corner, and what a pub! Everything you would expect from a little Irish pub, live, traditional music blasting, people dancing and singing Irish songs and Guinness flowing!

Here I met some fellow travellers and some locals who helped immerse me into the atmosphere further. Unfortunately, I am a little lightweight, and having drinks bought for me did not help the situation, I ambled back to my ice block of a room and passed out in a giddy Guinness haze.



I couldn’t stay away from Laura too long. Just before I left she found out there were tickets available for the British Lions v the Blues…
She planted a seed.
Like a dog with a bone I found us some tickets and booked my flight back to see her! 

Happiest girls in the world right now!

Shameless self promotion! 

Although we lost, it was still an awesome atmosphere, incredible experience, and I am most definitely glad I stayed in New Zealand that little bit longer to be a part of it.

Laura suggested we stay behind after the game so we could meet the lions. Unfortunately, their egos must have been a little too bruised as they didn’t make an appearance, but we did meet some of the Blues!

Charlie Faumuina.

Sonny Bill Williams.

Scott Quinell, from Llanelli, back home! 

We have no idea who this guy is, and I’ve asked everyone I know, checked the Blues website, checked the Lions website-no idea! Answers on the back of a postcard if you know!

And last but not least, John Spencer the Tour manager. 
Just for the record, I learnt who all these people are by being here, I do not profess to know the first thing about rugby. I support Wales but wouldn’t know who they are if I bumped into them on the street! 

Around Dunedin

Really childish, but I decided I wanted my navel re-pierced. The only place to get this done in Dunedin is Black Sheep.

Drove around Harrington Point to take in the scenery.

Dragged ourselves away from our sunkissed surroundings to make our budget lunch/dinner.

Then it was time for my first rugby game.
The Americans we met in the hostel were joining us too.

Was another awesome day/night!