I recently traveled to
Ireland for
one two weeks on business. It was my first time to the Emerald Isle, and I must say, I was rather impressed with its warmth and charm. When I say warmth, I am not referring to the literal sense of the word. The weather was quite cool and rainy in Ireland, and reminded me of the dreary winters in Portland.
My plane landed in Dublin early on a Sunday morning. I had barely slept on the long trans-Atlantic flight from Atlanta, so I was exhausted. I didn't want to sleep, so I made the decision to stave-off the sandman and do some sight-seeing. The first order of business was to learn how to drive on the wrong side of the road while sitting on the passenger side. I was nervous at first, but endlessly repeating the word "left" in my mind gave me the courage to forge ahead. The
Nissan Micra I rented from Hertz, although classified as a "compact", was actually smaller than that. I would later learn while squeezing down the streets of Dublin that this was actually a good thing.
Once I was comfortable with driving, I proceeded to my hotel. My Irish home-away-from-home was the exquisite
Carton House in Maynooth. The hotel was formerly an estate for a wealthy family, so naturally, this place was dripping with history and charm. The hotel grounds contain two golf courses, a river, wilderness areas, and lush green grass. Needless to say, it was a most impressive place. The rooms were very modern and stylish, with all of the conveniences you'd expect in a hotel of this caliber. One of the more interesting features was the mechanism for operating the lights. A card slot on the wall by the door acted as the master switch for the entire room. To turn on the lights, merely insert your hotel room card into the slot. This enabled all of the lights in the room, which you could then control individually by various wall switches. When leaving the room, you remove your card from the slot, and after about a minute, all of the lights automatically turn off. I found this eco-friendly idea to be very ingenious and quite convenient.
With the business formalities of hotel check-in completed, it was time to get out and see some of the sights. My first stop was Dublin. I didn't feel up to driving into the city, so I opted for public transportation. I first took a cab ride to the train station near the hotel. I then took the commuter train into Dublin. While I was waiting at the train station, I started talking to one of the locals. His name was Declan, and he is part owner of a
landscaping business. We rode the train together into Dublin, chatting about everything from American politics to the climate differences between Ireland and Arizona. As we rode on the train, a thundershower moved over us and drenched the train. I later learned that somebody in a town nearby was killed by a lightning strike from that storm. Our train arrived in Dublin about 30 minutes later. As Declan and I departed the train, he asked where I was going. I was planning to visit the
Temple Bar district to check out some of the sights. Declan didn't have any real agenda, so he decided to accompany me. We walked from the train stop over to the Temple Bar. Along the way, Declan pointed out to me the
Spire of Dublin. This landmark looks like a giant sewing needle pointing towards the sky. Declan explained to me that this was Dublin's contribution to the Year 2000 celebrations. We also passed along the
River Liffey, which is the main river that runs through the heart of Dublin. We eventually arrived at the Temple Bar District, which was bustling with tourists. Our first stop was the
Temple Bar Pub. We each grabbed a pint of
Guinness ale and stood near one end of the pub. The pub was crowded, so it was standing-room only. The part of the pub we were in was actually outside with an awning covering it. The awning was down as it was raining that day. Declan and I chatted for a while over our pint, and then decided to move along to another pub. Our next stop was
The Foggy Dew pub, also in the Temple Bar District. This pub was not as crowded, and had quite a bit of character, with its hardwood floors and old wooden bar. We ordered another pint of Guinness and watched an Irish sport on TV called
Hurling. The sport resembles field hockey, but is much faster. Hurling is an amateur sport where people play for the love of the game, and not for money. Declan asked if I wanted to go to a REAL Irish pub where the locals gather and the prices on pints were better. Of course, I couldn't refuse. We left the pub and hopped on a local commuter train. After a short two-minute ride, we exited the train and walked over to
Mulligan's pub. There were no crowds around the street, and the entrance into the place could have easily been missed it was so small. Once inside, I felt like I had walked into a page from history. The first thing I noticed was the sound of traditional Irish music playing. And the music wasn't coming from any stereo, it was coming from live musicians. In the corner of this very small pub were a handful of musicians wedged between small tables topped with Guinness pints. The pub was crowded with mostly locals. Declan and I squeezed up to the bar and ordered another pint of Guinness. We stood and watched the musicians play for hours. I was mesmerized by the music and the atmosphere of the pub. Occasionally, an old familiar song would be played, and the whole pub would join in a pub sing. Musicians would come and go and join along for the impromptu jam sessions. It was the quintessential Dublin pub experience. It was getting late, so I left for home again. I took a taxi back to my hotel since I missed the last train out of Dublin.
To Be Continued...