This blog post finds it motivation courtesy of Czech Air and our first delayed flight of the trek. Started in waiting in the terminal, these words are now being typed somewhere between the Czech Republic and France as we fly from Prague to Paris. Agreed, this post will probably find life on the world wide interweb in a few weeks time, but this is the usual course of our blog posting: type up our memories and highlights a little while after we've left the destination and pass them onto you a tad later than that. At least this method ensures that you really get the best memories and tips that we have as these have either endured multiple cities or were specifically written down. After this short interlude into the true process behind the MlunguTrek blog (which now boasts over 15 posts and 3 months, exactly as of today actually, of consistency which we, at least, think makes us legitimate bloggers) we find ourselves escaping back to Dublin, Ireland.

Oxegen was the most incredible musical experience that either of us Mlungus had experienced and the accurate foresight - which is what happens when actuaries assumptions hit that extremely unlikely future spot on -meant that we got to re-engage normality by treating ourselves to a hotel when we returned to Dublin. The hotel is just outside of Temple Bar and provided the proper showers and comfy beds that could've brought us to fists for first rights use if we weren't so tired after the festival and the very long wait to get to our room just before theoretical check-in.

Clean and rejuvenated enough, we were ready to get involved in Dublin. The city, in typical European fashion is small with very good public transport making walking around and moving about very easy and quick - in fact if you're energetic, most places of interest in the city are reachable by foot and if you get lost, the friendly locals are always at hand to show you the way. We managed to cover everything we wanted to see in two days and, after going out to see Malahide Castle, we even had time to chill in the courtyards of Trinity College.

On our third day, we took a day trip out of Dublin. This choice was remarkably hard given that pretty much the whole country is accessible within about a two to three hours bus ride from Dublin but in the end the one with the latest pick up time and earliest drop off time won. This tour was the Wild Wicklow Tour that took us on a journey through the beautiful hills of Wicklow - Ireland's gardens. It was a great tour and a very highly rated tour with a really good guide but it just didn't give us that wow factor and on our next visit we think we'll be heading up north to the Giant's Causeway or to the south to the Cliffs of Moher.

This day also happened to coincide with a very special day - mlungu Darren's birthday. This meant a big one the night before to ensure that we celebrated and brought it in in true tour spirit. It was at this point that we chose to take up some of the advice from the fellow Irish concert goers that we had met at Oxegen and headed in the direction that they all pointed…all the way to Copperface Jacks. This place was described to us as the place that cops, doctors and nurses head to when their night shifts end and it is a real Irish party. We arrived there just in time to get to the bar and order our, ten year old now, traditional birthday drink of rum-and-coke and even had a moment to start drinking before the countdown to mlungu Darren's birthday. The night ended with a walk back to our hotel nice and early in the morning; and, of course, a pop into McDonald's to try help the next day's expectations. A good celebration in deed.

The celebration didn't end there though and the next day we got straight back onto the horse with tours of the old Jameson factory in Dublin (as opposed to going down south to Middleton where they actually make Jameson whiskey today - the tours are basically the same though) and the Guiness store house that ends with incredible views of the city from the top of the Guiness tower.

Dublin has some good night life to offer and for those that are adventurous to go beyond the cobble stoned streets of Temple Bar, there are many places where the locals are friendly and the drinks are flowing.

Dublin is a small place with a fortune of history, friendly people and Guiness to drink. It's well worth a visit and we'd be happy to go back again soon.

Trek on…Brett and Darren