Myself and Niall, who proved to be a less than suitable travel agent for our little island adventure, visited the Aran Islands, pop. 800, over the weekend. After missing the first train, I decided that we should see a movie to kill the 3 and half hours between then and the next. Lars and the Real Girl proved to be a very good film, moving and strange and midwestern...all things I think can, if blended with the right actors, make a pretty darn good film. Ryan Gosling I love you. But I digress. Niall was less than impressed, but seeing as the film did not center on oil, cigarettes or socialism I am not really suprised by his lack of interest. He is pretty much a three gear kinda guy. But no matter we finally got on the afternoon train and it was packed, I mean how many people were heading to the west for the weekend. I have never in my life seen an Irish train so full to bursting with people. But so it was and I quick found us a space in front of a closed door (which proved to open for every other stop along the way) and wedged myself to the floor to enjoy the lovely three and a half hour journey across the country.
Of course the trip was not without incident. There was the girl who threw up, the teenagers who wouldn't shut up, the bleeding guy across the way (when we finally got a seat half way through the trip) who kept looking in my general direction with his mouth hanging open. When we saw him on the return trip I took it as some sort of omen. but out return trip went off much better and now I am back in Dublin for two days rest before heading out to Barcelona.
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