Hi there! Once again, I steal my husband’s blog account to bring you more tales of interest! (To me, at least.)
Our original plan was to meet up with a friend of mine who lives in Cork. We were going to head to Cobh (pronounced “Cove”), departure point for many of those emigrating from Ireland due to the famine, and also the last port of call for the Titanic. About half an hour before we were due to arrive, we get a text from my friend asking if we can change plans since the weather had gotten so horrible. Sure enough, we looked out of the train window to see that the increasingly cloudy weather had turned into a driving rain.
Said rain kept on as we arrived in the city. In a rare departure from using public transit, we took a cab from the train station to the hotel since we weren’t familiar at all with the bus routes and this was no weather to be walking around in. I can safely say that it was one of the two worst weather events we encountered on the entire trip. (The second would be some sporadic but heavy downpours to and from the Cliffs of Moher the next day.)
After checking in at the hotel, we rested up a bit, then headed down to the hotel lobby to meet up with my friend. This would be our first face-to-face meeting, as we’d only ever communicated online before. To my extremely pleasant surprise, another friend of ours who lives in the UK had come over to meet up as well. Totally unexpected, and really great to meet her. We then headed off for dinner at No. 5 Fenn’s Quay, which offered a nice selection of traditional Irish dishes. Much geeky conversation was had (we all play the same MMO, and Greg has absorbed way too much from listening to me babble). Afterwards we walked around for a bit, then headed back to the hotel so we could prepare for all the sights we were planning on seeing tomorrow.
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