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Ireland, Cork
Cork was a crazy city. When we were driving around, there was some confusion about directions and such. And the roads were tough to negotiate. They were 2 lane roads, but people parked on both sides. So it turned the roads into 1 lane, right in the middle of parked cars. It necessitated some directing of traffic on my part. Driving around the city was tough for Trevor. He drank free that night.
This is the miserable hostel we had to find. Here are
what the instructions consisted of:
We called from Blarney.
Me: Hello, I was wondering how
to get to your hostel...
Her:
Well, from the bus station...
Me: No we drove. We're in Blarney
now.
Her: Oh. Drive to Cork!
Me: Yes, I know that. We take N22 to Cork. Once
we are in Cork, where do we go?
Her:.....drive to Cork!
Me: Yeeeahh, what's the address?
Her:(rattles of
the address)
Me: Thanks,....
Her: We are the yellow hostel!
Me: um.
Her: We're across from Douglas! On the
corner!
Me:ooookay,
well, we should be able to find you. Good-bye.
Her: No Problem! If you get lost again, just
give me a call! Turns out she was french which explained her inability
to understand simple questions.
This is Jackie, Trevor, Erin, Jason and Nikky enjoying drinks. Trevor drank free. The Guinness was scrumptious.
Well, after Cork, we headed to Killarney National Park.