After a 3 hour bus ride from Dublin to Cork all I wanted to do was get into the hostel and put down my heavy bags. But I guess fate had other plans, which involved me wandering around the city in the heat for about an hour. I had the map on my iPad but didn't want to be walking with that out for fear of being robbed so I would take it out for a minute then put it away and try to go off memory. I later realized the turn I had missed and remembered the situation...

To my disbelief, and I think most people around me, the day had finally arrived-it was time to leave! The first flight saw about 45 mins of shut eye what with the freezing temperatures and close quarters. The second flight was a whole new experience altogether, and that experience was called budget European airlines. To say that I questioned my survival rate throughout the most of it would be fairly accurate. There was just something about the extremely close...