Dublin Day 26

Spending a week in Ireland with Jill, Dave and Pia.

They say if you can see the Dublin hills it's going to rain and if you can't, it's raining already, well for the first two days we couldn't see anything except rain. We took refuge in the Guinness brewery where Zac and Max tried their first pints, Zac said he liked the black part at the bottom but not the white frothy bit. Gin reckons Guinness tastes better here than anywhere else, and so it should.



People here are never short of words, it seems to take three times as many words as necessary to say anything, we find ourselves constantly editing things. Here are some directions we received with the translation.

"Now, some people might tell you to go right at the next set of lights but what you actually want to do is go through that set of lights and then carry on going to the next set and that's where you will be turning right."

means

"Turn right at the second set of lights."



We spent a day as Vikings on a tour of the city, Gin and Jill got to wear horned helmets. We spent an afternoon at the Irish museum of modern art. The highlights were a complete city somebody had made from property press cuttings and a corridor full of neatly piled strips of rice illuminated from below by neon lights... Fantastic.



I managed to eat a meal entirely composed of potatoes and Maxi fell in love with Pia.



Next we're off to Prague without our children....