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  • Day1

    1. Ankunft in Dublin

    December 21, 2018 in Ireland ⋅ ⛅ 6 °C

    Unser Flug ging um 12:50 Uhr ab München, Kadda hat einen Parkplatz organisiert und wir haben die beiden um 9 Uhr zuhause eingesammelt.

    Davor ging es aber noch in die Apotheke, wir beide waren gesundheitlich leider etwas angeschlagen.

    Fahrt, parken und auch der Flug lief alles problemlos, bei Ryanair kann man natürlich nicht sehr viel erwarten. Wenig Platz und kein Service ;) Aber bei der kurzen Strecke kein Problem.

    Am Flughafen angekommen wollten wir uns gerade informieren welches Ticket wir brauchen um in die Stadt zu kommen, da kam eine Frau auf uns zu, die noch ein 72h Ticket hat, das noch den ganzen Tag gültig ist. Super cool, so konnten wir am ersten Tag schon mal die Busse nutzen und mussten nichts zahlen, perfekt.

    Die Suche nach dem Hotel hat sich als etwas schwierig erwiesen :) Aber haben es dann doch irgendwann gefunden. Dort bekamen wir unseren Schlüssel für das Appartment, was nicht weit entfernt war. Dort haben wir unsere Sachen abgeliefert uns etwas eingerichtet und sind dann auch direkt los, die Stadt erkunden. Wir hatten ja ein Busticket.

    Viel vorgenommen hatten wir uns erst mal nicht, etwas Essen, in einen Pub und mal sehen was der Abend so her gibt.
    Im Marco Polo hatten wir von einem guten Fish & Chips Imbiss gelesen, das Leo Burdock. Es war auch nichts los, so konnten wir schnell bestellen. Das Essen war gut aber sehr viel.
    Danach sind wir ins Quays, dort war Live Music und die Bierauswahl war auch sehr gut.
    Von dort sind wir noch in einen anderen Pub, aber dann auch zeitig zurück zu unserer Unterkunft.

    Für den nächsten Tag sollte das Wetter gut werden, so dass wir mal Howth ins Auge gefasst hatten.
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  • Day11

    I can resist everything but temptation

    October 1, 2018 in Ireland ⋅ 🌙 5 °C

    Today we broke the long standing world record for the number of hop on hop off bus tours taken on one holiday, when we orbited fair Dublin city in the 'Do Dublin' bus tour.

    Starting in O'Connell street we first passed the iconic Dublin GPO, scene of the fiercest battles in the 1916 Easter Rising. The Irish Republican in me always gets a lump in my throat when thinking of the Easter Rising and seeing the GPO again was another misty eyed moment.

    We then continued around the most famous sights of Dublin, which come thick and fast, even though the full circuit takes two hours to complete. The weather was typically Irish, so the Southlander in me felt right at home, but the North Islander beside me was shivering, so we soon abandoned our perch on the upper deck and adjourned to the slightly warmer climes of the enclosed lower deck. The more climatically comfortable surroundings of the bottom deck allowed both of us to take in more of the sights and terrific commentary from Gareth Lawless our driver and tour guide. I know gift of the gab is an Irish cliche, but cliches evolve because there is always a kernel of truth in them. Gareth gave the best tour commentary I have ever heard, along with regular Irish songs as we passed the Irish Writer's museum, the famine memorial, the Irish Emigration Museum, St Stephen's Green, Trinity College, the Guinness Storehouse, Kilmainham Gaol and Phoenix Park.

    What an amazing, vibrant and history filled city Dublin is. The real highlight of the day though was the visit to EPIC - the Irish Emigration museum. This museum only opened in 2016 and it harnesses the most engaging and creative technology to tell the story of how the Irish diaspora has altered and affected every corner of the globe they have settled in. It charts all aspects of how it has come to pass that Ireland has exported so many of its people. It is by equal measure sorrowful, celebratory, proud, defiant and unbroken. It would make anyone with even a single drop of Irish blood cherish the gift of such an incredible heritage. I know I am far from an unbiased commentator when it comes to this issue, but the bottom line is that Ireland's greatest export has always been its people.

    After an incredible two hours we exited EPIC and headed back to O'Connell street to visit a souvenir shop, which are very hard to find. Why in one twenty metre stretch of the street I was lucky to find only four such shops. Handing over my crisp Euros I walked out with a Maloney key-ring proudly advertising my family coat of arms, a commemorative Easter Rising coin and a bag of Baileys chocolate, for emergency purposes only. Souvenirs secured we caught the Airlink Express back to the hotel and a meeting with an old friend from Southland.

    Tomorrow we touch down in good old Glasgy. Come on the Bhoys!
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  • Day9

    Guess who's back?

    September 29, 2018 in Ireland ⋅ ⛅ 11 °C

    Berlin does a lot of things well and extremely efficiently, but one area where they score an own goal is Tegel airport. What a clusterf&*k of epic proportions. It's like two German guys had a few too many steins and decided to knock up something like an airport with some stuff they found lying around a building site. It makes bush airstrips in wildest Africa seem sophisticated. Literally it is like a prefab garage with about five short haul jet's worth of passengers jammed into it, with one small food kiosk and a bathroom from a down on their luck football club. That would be bad enough, but getting through what passes for their security area is much slower and more difficult than it should ever be. It took so long to get from the front of the queue to nearly the other side of security that some of my clothes had started to go out of style. Luckily by the time I got all the way through my clothes had come back into fashion. I swear it would have been easier to get over the Berlin wall in its heyday than it was to pass through security at Berlin Tegel.

    Once we were on our Aer Lingus flight things picked up and we had a smooth and on-time trip to Dublin. Dublin airport is quite large and spread out, so we had a long taxi to the terminal before I could finally set foot on Irish soil for the first time in over two decades. Customs was easy and friendly, which was no surprise and the girl dealing with us asked if we were visiting family when she saw my passport. It's fantastic to be in a country where you don't have to spell out your surname.

    After clearing customs and collecting our bags we trundled our stuff to the airport hotel, via a few false starts and wrong turns and made it to our room about 12.30am.

    The next morning, Saturday, we were up by eight and back to the airport to pick up our rental car from the Avis counter. We were on the road by nine, headed all the way across Ireland, from east to the Wild West coast to visit the home town of my ancestors and try and find the burial place of my great-great-grandparents.

    The main road from Dublin to Galway, the M50 is fantastic. It's what New Zealand highways should be. Two lanes either side, a median barrier and smooth tarmac, plus a speed limit of 120kmh in most places. It's glorious and makes the journey so much faster and easier.

    We pulled our Renault Kadjar into Claregalway, County Galway just after midday. I had followed on some research carried out by one of my uncles and thanks to the reach of the internet had located my great-great-grandparents grave in the cemetery at the Franciscan Friary church burial ground in Claregalway.

    The friary has not been used for a while, but it must have been a very impressive building back when the guys with itchy cloaks and bowl haircuts were doing their thing. I had narrowed the search for my ancestors to this location, but this burial ground is several hundred years old and there was no directory to follow, so I thought it might take a while. To my surprise and delight I managed to find the headstone after about only twenty minutes of searching. It was a powerful and quite emotional experience to be standing in my forebears home town and final resting place. It was a full circle moment, that their great-great-grandson had returned to the place from which their daughter had left Ireland forever, for a life in an unknown and distant land. It had taken over 150 years, but blood will out and family finds a way.

    After spending some time to soak in this special moment we eventually left Claregalway to head for the Cliffs of Moher. This is only about 70 kilometres from Galway, but it's over some very narrow and windy roads, so it took well over an hour. We did get the bonus of passing through The Burren and driving by a couple of dramatic coastal castles on the way.

    After negotiating the trail to the cliffs we braved the winds and the crowds to climb the path and peer over the edge to the wild Atlantic pounding relentlessly against the shore hundreds of feet far below. It's a stark, dramatic landscape and I immediately liked it.

    I found it comforting that my forebears who left this part of Western Ireland to make a new life in New Zealand chose to settle in another beautifully wild coastal place, Southland.

    Finally tearing myself away from the view and the wind we left Galway and the Atlantic behind to made the return 300k trek back to Dublin, arriving just as the sun set. Tomorrow the delights of Dublin await. Slainte!
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  • Day1

    Flughafen Dublin

    July 23, 2017 in Ireland ⋅ ⛅ 18 °C

    Nach einer einstündigen Zugfahrt nach Nürnberg sind wir weiter mit dem Zug nach München. Von dort ging es dann mit einer fast zweistündigen Verspätung in den Flieger nach Dublin. Nach dem Abendessen ging es nochmal kurz in die Temple Bay Street, in welcher, trotz dass es Sonntag Abend war, noch sehr viel los war mit vielen Straßenkünstlern und Musik in den Pubs.Read more

  • Day41

    Back "home"

    September 27, 2018 in Ireland ⋅ ⛅ 15 °C

    Easy trip back to Dublin and the buses out to Jacintas house. I brought here some Port but I got it at the wine shop down the road and probably paid 4 times more than in Porto.
    Anyway Jacinta and Philip are gracious and kind hosts.

  • Day39


    August 9, 2018 in Ireland ⋅ ⛅ 57 °F

    Most of the last couple of days have been travelling and waiting to travel. Neither the train or air employees are very accommodating in England. Little bit more friendly in Ireland where I will meet Sharon in the morning. Yippee, then we start a new adventure (yes, looking for dead people) as John puts it. More family research. Met and befriended 8 young lads on the plane coming to Ireland for a ‘stag couple days’, god knows what they will look like when they arrive home!!! No photos until tomorrow. Don’t think you want to see train stations or airports.Read more

  • Day40


    August 10, 2018 in Ireland ⋅ ⛅ 63 °F

    Of course I didn’t meet Sharon this morning, she arrives tomorrow morning, must have been those grumpy poms I was focused on. Spent the day in the middle of the city, very busy and the main part very dirty. Lots of building along the water way and will be great when finished. Rained and was cold, I had to buy a rain jacket, no doubt it will come in handy for the rest of the trip!!! Looking forward to getting out into the country.Read more

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