The Hillbilly Has Landed...
Apr. 5th, 2008 05:31 amI'm up and staying up. I can't risk going to bed as the time change will be murder, so I'm on my 24th hour being conscious. I did close my eyes a few times on the plane, but I really couldn't call that sleeping. Just remember, I'm five hours ahead of most of you now.
Just the highlights as internet costs here are astronomical. My hotel charges 10 Euro/24 hours. That's about $17/day, if I want to use my computer in my room. If I want to use the one in the lobby, it's 1 EURO for 8 MINUTES! Good heavens... Luckily, there is an internet cafe down the road, where I am now, that charges 2.50 Euro/30 minutes, which is still high, but at least manageable. Sadly, my posts will be fairly limited until I get to my next destination in Waterford. Their high speed is complimentary at least.
Highlights from the flight:
Okay, heading into downtown Dublin for lunch and sights. I'll post photos when I can.
Just the highlights as internet costs here are astronomical. My hotel charges 10 Euro/24 hours. That's about $17/day, if I want to use my computer in my room. If I want to use the one in the lobby, it's 1 EURO for 8 MINUTES! Good heavens... Luckily, there is an internet cafe down the road, where I am now, that charges 2.50 Euro/30 minutes, which is still high, but at least manageable. Sadly, my posts will be fairly limited until I get to my next destination in Waterford. Their high speed is complimentary at least.
Highlights from the flight:
- Young hip Indian girl with fresh Tinkerbell tattoo on her shoulder (covered in petroleum jelly or something) spills apple juice in my lap on my way to Newark.
- Handsome Asian guy in a business suit keeps looking back at me from his seat one row up. Not sure why, but he was cute.
- Lavatories on the flight to Newark are just tall enough for me (I'm 5'8"). If you are taller, like say,
chrisglass, I have no idea how you'd fit in them. And as for mile high stuff, only contortionists could make it happen.
- Newark flight ran late, mad dash for flight to Ireland in airport. Good thing I wore my tennis shoes.
- Young cabbie who drove me to the hotel was wearing more perfume than a French prostitute. I had to roll the window down to breathe.
Okay, heading into downtown Dublin for lunch and sights. I'll post photos when I can.