In Ireland we discovered that distance and walking together, isn’t a thing – and again, I have the walking blisters to prove it. After the Foo Fighters show we were told that the best way to make it home was walking (transport was minimal and roads were closed due to the show). When we asked how far we would be walking we were told, “only 45-minutes, love”.
45 minutes probably wouldn’t be that far to walk had this been the only walk we did that day. By night time, Ryan and I reached a new level of exhaustion. We managed to find a bicycle taxi who took us close to home but the driver wasn’t willing to stop at our door for some reason. If we knew our way around Dublin we would have realized that where we were only 10 minutes from home, but without working sim cards we ended up taking another taxi that drove us for one whole minute.
Our plan for hiking the next day didn’t exactly happen as we hoped it would. Exhausted as we were, we got up at the crack of dawn and took on the streets of Dublin in search of breakfast.
The reality: nothing was open.
We discovered that most restaurants only opened around 11:00… 10:00 if you are lucky. So we end up walking around in circles the whole morning (the streets are very misleading) and finally found a proper Irish pub where we had our first official Full Irish breakfast.
Next, we made our way to the station to catch a train and head to Howth, a beautiful fisherman’s village. There was so much we wanted to do, walk to the cliffs, see the castle… but our feet, OUR FEET! They were completely demolished and we end up only walking around the tiny village (we weren’t disappointed, it’s so pretty) and spent some time admiring a lighthouse.
Later in the afternoon, we made the decision to head home, retire and get all our energy back for the next day. A day filled with A LOT of iconic sightseeing (part 3). But first, we had to make our way home and do the famous Irish thing, walk – and even though we were bloody tired, we got to explore and see more adorable buildings in Dublin.