We sat next to an Irishman on the plane ride. He was really nice and helpful - gave us tips and whatnot. I guess Dublin is a bit shady and is recovering from a heroin problem (makes you feel really good about me being there, huh mom?). We landed around 6pm on a Friday night and didn't think ahead to book a hostel as everything might be booked, which was the case. We were sent from one place to another before we finally ended up at the Oliver St. John Gogarty...pretty much where we started. Let me clear something up: this is not a B&B. It was the worst hostel we stayed at...we only stayed there one night (way overpriced). We stayed across the river on a recommendation the next couple nights. We hung out at The Temple Bar the first night. We hung out with a couple girls from Spain and a guy from...I want to say Honduras. The group of people at that bar was really eclectic - young, old, everyone. Some middle aged men jumped in one of our pictures, and we found out that one of them lives in Birmingham.
The rest of these pictures were taken while on a bus tour. Definately worthwhile because everything was spread out.
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