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Des’s Travel Diary

Thursday, 21 Sep 2006

Location: Dublin, Ireland

Well to be shaw to be shaw to be shaw, oi was a well oiled beef hooked. On a long weekend in Dublin with Pam, we managed to meet 4 Irishmen. To wit :- the taxi driver from airport, taxi driver to airport, and a couple in a pub. The rest of the milling throngs and I mean milling – the place was jammed – were either Romanian, Polish or Kiwis.
One purpose of the trip was to call in to Mecca – a.k.a. the Guinness brewery; and to pay homage to the black drop. As usual, bought a fridge magnet to make the trip feel worthwhile. At least if the Irish left town, they had the decency to leave their brewery behind.
The Book of Kells did not attract me at first (“but you gotta see it in Dublin”) but like a lot of experiences unknown, you don’t know what you don’t know until you do it. I was blown away by the skill, time an dedication these monks had to write the Gospels in such an ornate, fancy script with beautiful illustrations. Various displays also showed how books were bound, covered and kept in good shape in them olden days, you know, without staplers, word processors or Tippex. Fascinating.

Boris was in Ireland at the same time but hundreds of miles away so we never got the chance to catch up.