Ireland

Fuck you, 2015. I won’t even bother to recap this year. There has been happiness, but the year in its entirety was tainted by a deep sorrow. I’d rather be looking forwards now.

2016 got off to a good start at least. Being sick and tired of the Christmas and new years celebrations, me and a loved one decided to grab a couple of cheap flight tickets to Ireland and spend a couple of weeks there instead. Even though I am thoroughly broke now, I am very pleased with this decision.

Ireland is a lovely country. Have some pictures.

Dublin had a castle. 19 revolutionaries once took the tram there and stormed the place.  It did not end well. Irish people haven’t been very good at revolutions.

Cathedrals, churches and monasteries abounded.

There’s been people in Ireland since the paleolithic age. The first ones walked over from Britain during the last ice age. These are rapiers from the bronze age.

The coasts were dramatic, and so was the weather. Although heavy rains and flooding came in later, Christmas eve gave me a sunburn.

On Christmas day everything was closed, but there was always street-art to be admired.

And I took the opportunity to chill out with Oscar Wilde in a park.

Although I remember the buildings of Trinity College being beautiful, this is the only picture I have of the place.

I guess that says something about me.

I never pass up the opportunity to sing with a waterfall.

Views from mountains were spectacular.

Or at least would have been in theory, on some days.

At other times they would call from a distance. Some day I’m going to heed that call. I am so going back there.

In conclusion: Ireland is a beautiful, beautiful country with friendly people and a sad but intriguing history. Very much like New Zealand, really.

Love and Ireland,

Winterdragon