10:30 AM, Dublin City. Checked into a hostel and ready to go exploring--the plan is St. Patrick's Cathedral, Dublin Castle, then the Guiness factory and then who knows. The flight was just fine, except that I couldn't sleep much and am extremely tired.
The flight got in an HOUR early, which seems crazy, because we left a little late. I was subjected to two horrendous movies (License to Wed and Nancy Drew) and some surprisingly good food. This was on Aer Lingus, an Irish carrier, and all the seats and stewardess uniforms were green like the outside of the plane. I thought that was a bit much. After finding my hostel online in the airport, I hopped on a bus from the airport to Dublin City, but not before hitting the bathroom. The hand dryer was absurdly powerful--it made it hard to keep my hands in place, and moved the skin around like a slow-motion shot of someone getting hit in the face. It's one of those weird things that I just know is going to stick in my memory long after other more pertinent details have faded.
Off to see the city!
BONUS OBSERVATIONS
1. Apparently the threat level on my departure was orange. That's one away from being really bad, right? It was just normal security in the airport. Whatever...
2. I saw a fantastic guy in the International Terminal in Chicago. He was blond, dumpy, scowling, talking in Russian, and dressed in a crazy red jumpsuit. It was totally Ivan Drago from Rocky IV after the steroids wore off...
3. During the flight, there was some turbulence, and the seat belt light came on. Then there was an announcement that "the restrooms [would] not be available in this time of turbulence". I guess that's what a history of conflict will do to you...?
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