In Dublin’s Fair City

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I liked traveling with the jump-on-jump-off (JOJO) passes, which is what the Slow Coach was. None of these services exist anymore…I’ve been trying to find out when they all disappeared. They all seemed to start around the same time in the mid-90s but it sounds like they couldn’t make a real go of it so the services don’t exist anymore. That would have made my European trip a very different adventure for me. The JOJO passes were almost like a tour where the drivers explained things about where you were going along the way, and it had a defined route (as you’d have seen in my earlier map of Britain) but there was no commitment other than that; people could get on and off as they liked so you weren’t with the same people all the time. I loved it.

Dublin Castle was my first castle. And funny enough, that table really was my favourite part. I had been bummed that I didn’t take a photo of it at the time but I found one online (ah, the power of the internet):

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Doesn’t seem like much, I know, but it was beautiful and intricately done.

Obviously was a good little tourist and did some of the things I was supposed to, not surprisingly, based around alcohol (even when it’s a church!). The Guinness brewery really did have the best pint of Guinness I would have my entire trip (and truthfully, I had a lot!). Someone told me recently that Guinness will never tasted the same here because it has to be transported overseas and there’s a chemical they have to add to it for stability. Not sure it’s the case…I just think there’s none of the River Liffey in it.

I vaguely remember Eamonn…was a little put off as I recall when he talked about Jack the Ripper while we had a pint at a corner table at O’Reilly’s…that must have been after he kissed me, because obviously I let that happen.. He was a bit hard to work out. But what a 23-year-old experience to have. I feel like I made the right decision by ditching the second night. It did freak me out a little as well, because the first night he had walked me back to the hostel, so I felt like he knew where I was and would come and find me if I didn’t show up. Still, it’s not my style to ditch someone, or make plans and not show. I’m just not like that, hence the slight feeling of guilt.

I loved Tom Robbins – read every one of his books in my 20s, still have copies on my bookshelves…they are some of the books I just can never pare down. They meant a lot to me…That’s another thing I should return to 20 years later. See how that feels. Jitterbug Perfume I think was my favourite. If you’ve never read it, here is a rabbit hole of quotes to give you the flavour of the fantastical cult classic.

This also sparks again my interest in religion related to the feminine. I had spent some time exploring goddess religion – I loved the feminism and the empowerment and action behind it…still do. But ultimately I found while that religion of any sort is so fascinating, and I love educating myself on all different kinds, practicing any kind or organized religion isn’t for me. But learning about women who became saints was of particular interest. Will look forward to re-learning more about St. Brigid of Kildare.

And as a recap, because I spelled it out so neatly, this is the trip so far:

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So many people who seemed significant and memorable at the time have faded from memory. But some remain, and some come back to life when I reread bits and pieces about them. I do think I get a bit more detailed in future posts…