And One for All the Beers We Can't Pronounce

And One For All the Beers We Can’t Pronounce

            London was calling, and it was time to leave Dublin.  I made some eggs with red pepper in the hostel’s basement kitchen, and Will made some potatoes with chili powder and red peppers.  While we ate, we watched The Wind That Shakes the Barley from the beginning.  As our bus was at 20:00, we had a LOT of time to kill. 

            After the movie, Will and I packed up our bags, bought some sandwich supplies at Tesco (12 hour bus ride coming up), and went to St. Stephen’s Green.  We read our books there from 14:00 to about 17:45 (we both fell asleep on our backpacks), then hiked over to the Bursaras bus station. 

            At Bursaras, Will and I learned a little something about how Irish bus stations worked.  An ancient Irish woman in a wheelchair on O₂ explained to us that nothing in Irish bus stations corresponded.  We had boarding passes for Gate 3 and the wrong bus number, Gate 1 listed our bus correctly, and the bus pulled up to Gate 3.  What.  The.  Fuck.  We hopped on the bus, and it took us to the ferry station, where you’ll find us tomorrow.

Will’s Corner

            Slept through this one, check tomorrow.

Dear Joe,

            You look ravishing today!

Love,

Will and Andy