If anyone actually reads this rag, I'm sure you've noticed I've been on quite a hiatus. Sadly (for you, not me) I've been traveling on and off for the past couple of months (holidays, NC, Sundance Film Fest, now Europe- some more interesting than others) but I'm happy to report I'm back! As you read (or rather, I type), I'm in a hostel in Rome and I'm rather unhappy to report that this keyboard sucks and is quite difficult to get the hang of. Regardless, I'll proceed to report on the happenings so far.
First of all, let me be the first to inform you that Europe is not cheap. However, I am writing in this blog because the others I write for have even less to do with traveling, and I'm not about to create yet another blog *sigh* for just the purpose of a month of adventures. I will try to put some cheapo advice in here for you travel fiends, though.
I started in Dublin, after a brief layover in Amsterdam (might end up staying there at the end of the trip, but we'll see how far my bank account carries me, ok?). Here is the very first entry in my travel journal... enjoy!
16 Feb 2008
This morning, my first in Ireland, I woke up in a flat in southeast Dublin sandwiched between an Irish guy and his Scottish friend. Fully clothed, thank-you-very-much! But fun nonetheless. From what I remember, we all drank way too much and stayed out way too late and I couldn't quite bring myself to make it back to my hostel across town. I remember playing drinking games (and losing miserably) in a pub white a live band sang old school Oasis and Travis (yay!), and wandering around town drunkenly getting piggyback rides and switching jackets, and dancing crazily in a nightclub, and being told my nose piercing is in the wrong nostril by a sketchy Indian man, and taking stupid pictures, and getting denied entry to another club becasue somehow a stolen pint glass ended up in my bag, and listening to the boys play a less-than-stellar (though very enthusiastic) guitar at 5 am, and lots of snoring. And that's about all I remember. This morning, I caught a taxi back to the hostel and my older Irish cabbie was hilarious- read the situation perfectly (my not so shameful walk o f shame) and provided some comical commentary. I told him it was a night to write home abou (as I am finally doing, now!), and he replied "or not, as the case may be"- we both had a good cackle. He left me with the hope that I will have many more fun nights where I can't remember much (as if I haven't had enough already) and I left him with a nice tip. So far, I am quite fond of Ireland!
The End.
I have so much more to tell, but I must return to my sister, my cheap-ass box of Italian Merlot, and the other awesomely drunken hostel-stayers. Tomorrow- promising an update of both the rest of Ireland (think learning to drive a manual on the other side of the road, hot Irish hostel desk-boy, and much more Guinness) and Roma, which has proved to be highly entertaining, as Susannah and I cackle through the Vatican and city in general.
Cheers! Miss you all- will see you when my money runs out :)
loves, Bon
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