Stuck to good old Rice Bubbles this morning before quickly packing for another long day on the bus. It was wet and gloomy outside. Not to mention freezing. On our way to the first stop, The Cliffs of Moher, we were warned that the view would most likely be fogged in.
Fogged in it was, bugger. It gave the otherwise spectacular view an eeriness to it. The wind by this stage was blowing about 50km/h, maybe more and everyone's knuckles were paralyzed. Most people didn't even opt in for the view and went straight into the visitor centre anyway.
It was time for the Irish Show. On the edge of the Dublin suburbia sits an old building with thatch roofing. We were treated to a three course meal, an Irish stage show and the comedian. It was fantastic. The singing was bold, passionate and really told the story of Ireland beautifully; same goes for the dancing. The comedian, I forget his name. He is about 70 years old, and has the experience that not many other funny men can match, and it shows. His jokes weren't necessarily top shelf, but his delivery of the lines and the way he read and interacted with the audience proved why he is widely regarded in this part of the world.
A full day in Dublin tomorrow. The next post may or may not be written by a drunk man...
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