So there I was back with Wes and on the move. It sure didnt take long for it to be just like old times with Wes realising after we left his house that he had lost or had stolen is key card. Hmm weekend on Rohins card I suppose. He has some money so it didnt effect anything and especially not in the drinking area either. I had spent the night before we left at Wes's share house in London and boy was that an experience. The night I stayed there were about 9 of us in the house and a pretty big part of them were up till 4am doing cocain lines in the lounge room. Not quite my cup of tea but it was a good area and they were all pretty cool people. Im told thats just the London way. So out of there and we arrive in Dublin pretty late Friday night. Dropped the bags at our Hostel and striaght to the bar area to soak up the vibe. In the first pub we got to experience some Irish guy drop a Pint on the floor and then jump down and start licking it up, glass and all. Once his mates told him that wasnt on he just started rolling in it. So our first impressions were they love their beer! The first night we were just too far behind every body and just when we started to get warmed up everywhere was closed. The next morning started not so well with us missing breakfast by an error in knowledge of the timezone in Ireland. Aparently its not an hour back from London, b***** me hey. So once we got some food sorted we spent the day wondering the streets of Dublin with a lunch stop at the Oldest pub in the city which was over 800 years old. We then did the Guinnes factory tour, enjoyed our free pint and got our 2nd night underway. Now this time there was no way we were going to be behind the rest of them and a few early shots of Yagger certaintly made sure of that. Went to a few cool places we had seen the night before and then off to a night club to carve up the dance floor. Wes got dancing with Justina a Polish chick whilst I did some moving with some other girls on the floor but come stumps it was just the 2 of us for the walk home. Oh well good night out. Got our breakfast the next day and as Wes was flying out that night I decided to move to a Hostel closer to the bar scene, in fact it was above a huge pub called the Temple bar. Nice location. Once the bags were dropped off it soon became apparent that there was nothing at all to do in Dublin except drink. So who were we to try and change that. When we were on our way to the bus stop that evening we ran into Johanna who we had been dancing with the night before. I quickly established that they would be back again that night so felt pretty confident of another big night out. Well it didnt dissapoint. Met a crew at the hostel over dinner and had a few startes with two French girls whilst they advised me on what to see in Paris, then it as off to the night club for what turned out to be a crazy night of fun. Johanna and Justina carved it up and the DJ was rocking so there was never any breaks. I got home at around 3am but even in a heavily drunken state the snooring crew in my room made it impossible to sleep. So what was meant to be 4hrs sleep before heading to the Airport turned into 1 and then the fat b****** got up as soon as he heard my alarm and spent 30mins in the shower. Geez was I not happy about him. Wonder if he got my present in his sheets the next night......... So on the plain and was asleep before it even left the ground and bingo bango, I was in Paris