We took the 2pm train there and arrived at around 6pm, set up camp at hostel near the train station and then headed into town where we had a lovely dinner of tapas and then went bar hopping amongst the locals in fancy dresses (it was Halloween). It was then that I learned Nomes actually has already won the around the world race but I disqualified her due to her unfair advantage of being kind of hott with a posh British accent at her disposal.
The next day we decided to explore the town before heading back to Dublin. Having only drank in Galway before (this was a constant theme) Nomes was at a lost for where to actually go as a tourist so we headed to the tourism office where they ignored us for 20 minutes so we just grabbed a tourism map and explored on our own.
There’s not much in terms of things to see in Galway(in some places you go for the view – in Galway you go for the bohemian vibe) but we did walk through a quaint market and took a lovely walk by the river and then the ocean on the non rainy day and chatted catching up on each other’s lives.
We arrived back in Dublin at around 6 that night where I sadly bid Nomes farewell and headed back to Dave’s where I found him curled on his couch looking like death after the fancy dress party the night before (He was a pirate and to stay in character he had to drink loads of rum). Despite his massive hangover some 14 hrs after the fact and my early flight the next morning (I had to be there around 6:30am) we headed out to one of his friends’ engagement party at a local swanky bar by the river.
We got back around 3am and both passed out. At 5:30am the small alarm Dave set for me went off and knocked on Dave’s door to wake him up so he could drive me to the airport. He looked at me with much distain and told me it was only 4:30am.
See, the day after I arrived in Dublin happen to be fall backwards so when I left France I was an hour ahead. Couple that with the fact that Ireland is an hour behind France and it gets a bit confusing to do the math on my only means of time telling which is my French cell phone.
Add to that the fact that some phones automatically switch for daylight savings and some don’t so I wasn’t quite sure if I needed to subtract one or two hours. Once I got the hang of things my phone died because Irish electrical sockets are different than French sockets. So then I had to use the clock at Dave’s place which I was sure at some point in time was not changed (subtract one hour) but maybe Dave or his roommate changed it without my knowledge so then that becomes unreliable.
So yeah during my entire stay in Dublin I suffered from slight time paranoia which wasn’t a big deal when it comes to things like going to dinner but becomes a bit more important with things like catching an early flight.
After Dave spent 10 minutes convincing me it was actually 4:30 and not 5:30 (I become super paranoid when I’m sleepy not to mention super unable to follow reason or logic) so I went back to bed but couldn’t fall back asleep because of already explained paranoia.
At the actual 5:30 Dave took me to the airport where I got on the plane and made my way back to Rouen (2 hour flight + 1 ½ hour bus from Beauvais airport to Paris + 1 hour train ride from Paris to Rouen + 30 minute metro ride back to my apartment from Rouen train station + all the overhead in between) on one hour of sleep. I got home around 4pm and was exhausted.
Oh living in a major airport hub, je tu manque.
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