Guinness is an acquired taste ... which we have acquired.
It only took one day for the jet lag to pass. The day was alternately spent staring glassy-eyed at the sights from the top floor of the Hop-On, Hop-Off double decker tour bus, and getting whiplash as our heavy heads sleepily pitched forward and back on the double-decker.
|Top o' the bus. The fresh air is keeping us awake.|
The bus ride and four-kilometre march from the bed and breakfast to the closest stop on the Hop-On, Hop-Off loop gave us a good geographical orientation of Dublin. The city is centred around the River Liffey and we were staying at a bed and breakfast near Phoenix Park, 4 km inland.
The city is quite old by western European standards, being recognized as a CITY in 888 A.D. and growing in rank until around the early 1500's, when it was then deemed to be second in the British Isles in importance and size to London.
In the two days we spent in Dublin, we had time to:
- visit and have dinner with the parents of some good Aussie friends
- view a small City of Dublin museum which, like most of the other Dublin cultural attractions, offers free admission
- walk the campus of Trinity college - close enough to smell the Book of Kells and the long library
- walk through the surprisingly interesting and well-presented Guinness Brewery tour and have a pint or two of stout
- rubberneck our way around the city core on the tourist double-decker, seeing the Ha'penny Bridge, the Oscar Wilde statue, the Spire of Dublin and some of the more famous statues
|Many bicycles in Dublin. Love it.|
|Some of the places|
the Dublin bus can take you.
|seven stories of Guinness Storehouse|
or just time to order another?
Although two days is a very
short time to spend at such a historical and interesting city, we didn't mind hopping into the rental car and moving on the next day. With Dublin having the main airport in the country, we suspect that we will be using it as an entry-and-exit point again sometime.
|the entrance with white quartz stone|
On our way to our bed and breakfast yesterday, we stopped at the Newgrange prehistoric monument
. Being built by primitives who didn't have conveniences such as machines like ropes, pulleys or even the wheel, we were impressed by these tombs and places of worship - in both their size and durability of construction. They pre-date the Pyramids of Egypt and the Stonehenge.
White quartz had been brought from over 25 kilometres away. The large kerbstones that ring the mound (over 400 of them) came from as much as 70 kilometres away. They estimate the construction time in generations, not years.
The tours of the sites were thoughtful, informative and not overly long. We had time to be impressed and still made it to the next town before dinner.
|panorama of the whole site|
|cross-section of the burial chamber,|
showing how the sunbeam enters on the winter solstice at dawn
|what the dawn sunbeam looks like during solstice - |
all built without compass or spirit level!
We are now in Galway to see this west coast (of Europe as well as of Ireland). With only a day (so far) to stroll around, we have already located and visited the City of Galway museum and learned some of the history of this 7,000 year old settlement. Taken over by the Normans (English) in the late 1200's, it shortly afterwards became a walled city. Tolls were collected for moving goods up the river and streets were paved, order was kept and schools were created. Fishing was the main business for hundreds of years and it was a prosperous port, being the closest launching point for the Americas. As a result, the port has been in use for many hundreds of years.
The city is lovely. It is a college town as well as a seaside resort for the surrounding counties, so it has a very young and energetic vibe. This and last evening were spent in the pub, confirming our newfound taste for Guinness and soaking in the lilt-accented culture. Kate and I had a few winsome smiles at overheard snippets of youthful naiveté. It is not hard to see how the wit of Oscar Wilde and Jonathan Swift were nurtured in the dark-stained oak of the Irish pubs. Good thing the two of us have become so wise.
|Genealogy research ... in authentic surroundings|
While here, we are inquiring after baptismal records for my maternal grandmother as part of my quest to claim Irish ancestry and have my name added to the list of Irish Foreign Births. The parish in Oranmore (in the county of Galway) has a graveyard that contains the aunt I met when I was a wee little boy in Edmonton. The parish office has record of three of my great aunts and uncle's baptism but, alas, not the record of Granny Sarah. We have a few more places to check and people to inquire with before we leave the Green Isle.
|now I know why Irish post boxes are green|
|in Galway, along the River Corrib estuary|
|The Long Walk around the harbour|
|Limerick Steamship Company|
|things that will induce a toll on the River Corrib in Galway|
|low tide at the river mouth of River Corrib|
|another scenery picture ... ruined! (sorry)|
Tomorrow, we drive to the cliffs of Moher.