its a long way to tipperary

yo.
well when do erin and troy decide to rock up to galway? in bloody galway race week. outside the doors of this internet cafe thousands of women in frocks and hats are stmbling down the cobblestone street in their high heels, and the main street is one big beer garden. its kinda fun with all the atmosphere but i feel so damn underdressed. me and all the other backpackers who just happen to be here now and are walking around going - what the? we stumbled out of our tent out in salthill this morning, as other campers stumbled out of theirs - only they were wearing suits.
dublin was...interesting. after being spoiled with our privacy and independence when we had the hire car, we had a rude introduction to hostel life. the first night we were there some tragic australian girl stumbled in with some french dude, and she proceeded to vomit on the hostel room floor. and left it there. i demanded, then coaxed her into cleaning it up so the rest of the dorm guests wouldnt step in it as they came home. so she sorted it. then about an hour after passing out, her and the frenchie decide to go at it on the bunk underneath me. FUN. i escaped to troys bed then returned to mine when the shenanigans were over. took a while, damn frenchie had too much stamina. meanwhile some english girls in the dorm were just swapping between being horrified and giggling, and the drunk aussie's friend hid in the corner of the room. so it ended and i returned to my bed, only to have them start up again, to which i, getting narky at this stage said if you two start up again i will strangle you both. i would like to SLEEP! unfortunatley they took no notice so i just put the earplugs in and swapped to a different bunk.
fucken australians i tell you what.
but otherwise dublin was cool, and i'm getting a real sense of irish history, its bloody fascinating and i have a real urge to rediscover my roots. troy and i saw a new ken loach film about ireland post the 1916 uprising and the war with the british, then the brief civil war over the treaty. the wind in the barley. typical ken loach - fascinating and awesome film but depressing as all hell. but i recommend it. has one of those land and freedom-esqe scenes with a debate about the future of the struggle etc. etc.