Back to the rollin hills of Ireland ...

Hey,


I thought I would get back to the adventures i had in Europe. I got an email from Tones in Belfast and he gave me shit . So, this blog is dedicated to the famous DJ Tones, the sweet Em, the amazing MarK, and the unforgettable BRian.

Well, I believe I left you off at Dublin. As mentioned I made it over with my gratious escort, Rob, the Pike, remember Snatch, from Dublin. He was returning there to rescue his younger 16yr old brother from the Gypsy park. He was getting into heavy drugs and car theft. Rob was learning how to Read and Write in Manchester and wanted to give his bro the same opportunity by bringinh him back with him. Its a really incredible story we had together. But anyways, Rob, knew the good and bad parts to Dublin. Everyone thinks its just a continuous trail of Guiness, but as all of my adventures, I always go off the tourist path on my own to see how they live. Rob, was good to know because he told the bad spots of where not to go at night, the slums, and where the ral Dublin spots were in terms of enjoying the locals and their surroundings. I was very lucky to have met him.

We got into Dublin, and he started laughing at me with my Lonely Planet. I thought, what ? He said yah fekn tourist put dat shit away and cum on ! Okay, he laughed again at all the shit I had. Just ak anyone who travelled with me. Apparently that is one skill I have not managed, pack lightly stupid. With time though. Hey I was just a country boy from Oxford Mills, Canada. The last time I was in Europe was over 6 years ago. So, we hopped on the local bus. At this time it was about 11pm at night. I had already been travelling for up to 36hrs. with the time change. Yah, slightly exhausted. But, we rolled with it.

Rob asked where I was going, uhm not quite sure i told him. When actually I had no fukin clue. He said he would take me to the Lower Gardiner area. I just rhymed off this hostel, he said he knew the area and would take me there. Not only did he take me there, but he walked me straight into the hostel reception, carrying some of my 50k of luggage pieces. What a bloke. I knew that I was gonna liek Ireland from then on. AS Idid. I recommen anyone go there. Its true the Guiness and music is definitely better there.

So, i had planned to station myself in Dublin for at least a few days, way too expensive for any longer. I satyed atthe Issacs hostel the first night but moved out the next am around the corner to a dirtier but much cheaper one. You should remembr I only had enough for a months living, with the exchange maybe a 3 week spand. So, cuttn the corners ther was necessary. I had this contact of an Irish lady along the South West coast who's husband had a Heritage monument on the West coast up from Galway, in SLigo. The deal was she would hook me up with her husband, who turned out to be her ex of which she despises but forget to mention before arriving. I had no working visas, I know crazy but at the time of departure it wasn't feasible. So, anyways, I talked to this Gerry lady down South and she mentioned, sure no problem Kalem will meet with yah and there is lots of work over in Sligo. Hmmm, what a fukin bitch. Sorry about the French. But, I had arranged plans to work there at his monument for room and board. But, I arrived in Sligo 5 days later and when he finally met up with me he asked that I put my luggage in the boot, trunk. He then started running all over town doing errands. Alrght, this made me think he was a busy man, not just a disorganized neurotic nutcase who had no message that I was coming from his exwife.. This at the time we did not know. So, I starte running around little SLigo with him. He lost me at an electronic store where I started thinking what the hell man ! He came back in and told me to fek off and he didn't have time to host, what ? I thought fast and left and ran back to his car. He took off with me and was just about to leave with all of my stuff, when I caught him. Fuk man i hadn't even been there a week.So, we we grab our shit and went back to the hostel from the night before for one more night to get a game plan. It was then that I think my travels really began.

Its crazy how the strange things always happen when the kettle is hot, expression when thes hit hits the fan. I was luggin my shit down the main st. of Sligo when this guy walks by witha huge Surf board. Interesting. I stopped him and asked him where the water was / He said , alright der its be just about 20 imins on the Strandhill bus outta town ! Strandhill ... hmmm So , when I went back to the hostel I did my research and that was my next plan. We rolled with it and went to Strandhill.

It was amazing, a whoel beach, surf, and noone else around to bug me. These are the things you appreciate, most take for advantage. I, grabbed the one beer I could afford and went and sat on the beach for probably about 5-6 hours. I then, realized I made it. 3 years i wanted to come over to Ireland, never possibl;e till then. The only shitty thing was that I needed to get some more money, a game plan, and a place to rest ... so we called Belfast ... and this is where I come back later. I got a go for a run ... The weather here is finally above -10, a bit different then what you guys are used to in BElfast. But, if you've read this far, you'll come back to rad more.


Slanche ... Sean ... till later