Never in my life have I ever been so thankful for having a late night, for being hungover, or most likely still a bit drunk as I was when I opened my eyes this morning. Thanks to being drunk (passed out?), I actually got more than one hour's sleep overnight (although not being in the same bed as Daniel probably helped there). Thanks to being drunk, I also managed this in a hostel of all places. And thanks to being drunk, I also survived the showers at a backpacke...

Top o' da mornin' to ye! And for me, it was a pretty frikking long one! Our first night in Dublin was characterised by a long battle for occupation of the bed. I lost. As I was staying triple share these few weeks with Dad and Daniel, our first foray into each hotel we stayed at always carried this nervous anticipation of whether we'd get three single beds, or a double and a single. Unfortunately in this situation it was the latter. Unfortunately more, Dad got th...

There was a new and refreshing start to the day today - no hangover! Hello morning! The refreshment didn't last long though, because after eight 'rejuvenating' (who am I kidding) days in Barcelona, this morning we were up early for an 11:10am flight to Dublin, to be sure to be sure. At least with a flight I could appear less backpacky. As my pack gets checked on to a plane, and we're too frikking lazy to catch public transport anywhere and instead opt for a taxi,...