The Craic in Ireland

It started with meeting my parents in a small little town that consisted of two main streets but it was good to just sit and relax after the constant sight seeing for the last few months. They were great as usual, never really seem to change although I get the feeling my mum is guilty of something because every time she came within arms reach she was shoving money in our pockets... not that I'm complaining ;)

Everything was so stereo typical and it was an absolute blast. We took a tour to check out the Celtic history and had a hilarious guide always yelling "Jesus, Mary and Joseph" and whenever he saw road workers would say to him self "oh Paddy and Seamus, slowly slowly". He pointed out slowly slowly was necessary as when a rush job was needed to convert the road signs from miles and hour to kilometers an hour road signs were erected that point to three separate directions for the same location on the one post or other signs that didn't contradict but were pointing in the totally wrong direction.

One thing they don't do slowly is drink. We decided to take some locals up for a drink on our last night and in the morning I woke up with a shocking head ache nauseous and a bad after taste of oyster in my mouth. Who would have thought the Oyster stout I ordered was actually brewed with Oysters! It had to be done though and we weren't about to let our 18, 19 and 20 year old hosts out drink us veterans..... yeah right :s

I did learn some Irish though. Here is a translation of a greeting (I'm not joking)

Hi, how you doing?
Irish:Well?

good
Irish:well (with a smile)

How are you doing?
Irish:well?

not so good
Irish:well (with a frown)