Welcome to Dublin

The first thing I saw when the airplane started it's decent towards Dublin Airport were deep green fields lined with hedges. I had fallen asleep during the 2h flight from Nuremberg and thought Irland truly deserves it's nickname "emerald island". As the ground rushed closer I could confirm that the houses in residential areas looked all the same (reminding ne of the opening scene of one of the movies of a certain famous English wizard) and that the cars were indeed driving on the wrong side of the road.

Sofar, everything as expected. Admittedly, it was a bit unusual for us to see a truck seemingly almost crash into our bus head on as it turned the corner, but the two behemoths managed to wiggle past each other safely.

When we arrived at out hostel (literally 10 steps from where the Dublin Express dropped us off) I first had to handle a work emergency, which guzzled pretty much all of my phone's battery - meaning I don't have that many pictures to share of this first day (sorry friends).

We spent the remainder of the afternoon and evening exploring the immediate surroundings of our hostel, Temple Bar, admired some of it's colorful murals and, of course, had our first Irish beer. Or rather two, because as the Irish say: You can't go to a pub and have only one beer. :)Les mer