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.