Galway

Yuri and I are sitting in a restaurant in Galway, having gotten my fish and chips craving under control. Yesterday we hit up the Jameson distillery in Dublin, which sounded like a bust at €8, until we got selected as whiskey tasters. The Germans who were with us pretty much became physically ill at the taste of Jack Daniel’s, so we wound up with something like five or six shots of whiskey apiece.

Dublin is just too expensive, so we caught the last train to Galway and walked around in a torrential downpour looking for a hostel. That taken care of, I got something like 10 hours of sleep and woke up to a beautiful sunny day. “Do you think we should take rain jackets?” Yuri asked. “I don’t think so,” I said. Then it started hailing.

Yuri at Jameson's

The view from our hostel