Dublin

Last weekend I went to Dublin for 3 days and Ian says that I have been complaining all the time. I have no idea why he says that.

Basically, Dublin is a city with a vast history, very good architecture (but terrible urbanism) and many buildings to visit. But because everything is so fucking far apart and the city itself is dirty, sad and depressive, you don´t feel like walking miles to see any.

So we decided to take one of this open top bus tour where the recording was not synchronised with what we were seeing. It was raining, so we got soaked on the top floor and on the ground floor there were leaks. On top of that, it was so dirty that the drips were black!

Although talking about dirty places....the stairs where we had the apartment were so filthy that we needed to breathe through our mouth each time we went up or down.

But, of course, the prices were as per London. A pint of beer around £7. A little toast with tomato and cheese around £9 . The Guinness factory (a massive building full of tacky stupid stunts) £23....etc. Put in a nutshell,we can say that, in Dublin, you go into places with fear....fear of being scammed one more time.

The only thing with a bit of character was the temple bar area, an intricate network of streets and squares, full of Irish pubs with live music (it is promoted as Dublin´s cultural quarter). But of course, you need to love watching drunk teenagers (very cultural indeed)

The thing is I enjoyed a lot, although it could seem the contrary. I did not take too many pics because I was scared of having to pay for taking them. Although I took this one.... a picture is worth a thousand words.

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Este fin de semana he estado tres dias en Dublin y Ian dice que no he parado de quejarme. ¿No sé por qué ?

Básicamente, Dublin es una ciudad con mucha historia, muchos edificios interesantes y mucho que ver, pero como está todo a tomar por culo, los dublinenses no tienen ni puta idea de urbanismo y la ciudad en sí es sucia, triste y deprimente, pues no te apetece ir a ninguno.

Así que cogimos un tour con un autobus de esos descapotables donde el audio no estaba sincronizado con lo que veias. Estaba lloviendo,en la planta de arriba nos pusimos chorreando y en la de abajo habia goteras y encima caían los goterones con mierda.

Ahora que para mierda, la que tenían las escaleras del bloque donde estaba el apartamento. Que teniamos que subir y bajar respirando por la boca.

Pero eso sí, los precios más caros que en Londres. Una pinta de cerveza 8 euros. Una tostadita de tomate y queso unos 10 euros. La Guiness,un edificio bonito que lo han llenado de guilipolleces horteras, 25 euros (22). Vamos que se puede decir que en Dublin entras a los sitios con miedo. Miedo a que te estafen una vez mas.

Lo único con un poco de caracter, es la zona de temple bar. Un entramado de calles, lleno de bares irlandeses con buena musica en directo. Pero también te tienen que gustar mucho los adolescentes borrachos.

El caso es que me lo pasé muy bien, aunque pueda sonar lo contrario. No hice fotos porque me daba miedo que me cobraran por hacerlas, pero aqui os dejo una que lo resume todo a la perfección.