Got up at 5:30 in order to catch a train down to Cork. I did a tour of the town which has one adorable houses, all multi coloured. There is a river that runs through it. It is the 3 largest city in Ireland with only 300,000 people.

I went to the town of Blarney where of course is Blarney Castle and the stone of eloquence...The was an hour and a half wait to kiss the rock and I'm not one for line ups or germs so I was willing to pass on that. Instead I toured the grounds and checked out the dongons...creepy. The largest Irish store I the world is in Blarney and I check that out for a while....didn't buy anything.

We then went to the port city of Cobh, which is the last place the Titanic docked for it's last passenger pick up. There is a beautiful cathedral I went into as well. The town is adorable with all it's little houses in bright colours. I also saw the place were the Lusitania was sunk and the people were buried.

When we got onto the train. I was splitting from the group and going off on my own to Killarney. 4 other people from our group were doing the same. The guide we had for the day (Bob) passed us onto another guide to ensure we made the transfer train without issue. The man (Pat) was in his 60's and seemed very nice. There was an issue with my ticket and after he spoke with the rest of the group he came and sat with he, away from everyone. After a few minutes he said to me "You needn't worry, smile at the ticket man and he'll let you on." He smiled, grabbed my shoulder hard and squeezed hard as he sat across from me. He slouched over in his seat leaning against the window. I asked him if he was ok and he nodded yes and waved me off with his hand. When I looked at him again his was convulsing and starting to turn purple, not responding when I tried to talk to him. I jumped up trying to find a panic button on the train (they don't have them in Ireland), I started calling for help and yelling for a doctor. The nurses from the U.S., who were with me before were a few rows ahead of me, they came running back. I was trying to lay him down and take his shirt and tie off...they started CPR took over while I yelled at the people standing on the platform, telling them to call 999. They are totally unprepared and have nothing at the stations for emergencies. I told them what they needed to do, who to get, to stop letting passengers down to the train, to get everyone water (it was hot), to help me and the others working on Pat move him into an area of the coach where everyone could have better access. A man from Australia a few coaches up came to help and I ushered people off the train who were in our coach, they were sitting and staring, doing nothing, letting young children watch. I told them they needed to get off and wait on the platform. I found the other part of the tour from earlier and got Bob to come. This was his friend. It took first responders 20 mins to arrive. During that time, we tried to get the Princes Cruise ship that was docked next to us to lend us their defibrillator. They would not, I couldn't believe it. The first responders only had minimal equipment and their defibrillator didn't bring him back. 15 mins after that, the ambulance came and the EMS team tried for 30 more minutes to revive him. He never came back. I can't believe I was there for this. Bob was in shock, just thinking about the tour people missing their transfers....I got him to sit and brought him water and I finally looked at him and grabbed his hand, he suddenly looked up and cried. I just kept holding his hand. Still unreal to me.

Anyway....The tour company sent a coach bus to take me and my nurse friends to Killarney where I spent the night. I am luck that killarney is having the Irish Open and it is insanely busy and there are all kinds of busters and street acts that I've been watching to keep my mind off the earlier part of the day. Killarney is beautiful, clean...very very clean....I'll tour it tomorrow. Oh and bonus...Gluten free restaurant next to my hostel!