Day Twenty-One

Wednesday 8:32AM. Bus, Ireland

I apologize for the gap in posts, but I spent the last couple of days doing absolutely nothing because the boys were out all weekend and who knows when I’d get that kind of privacy again in a non-hostel situation.

The goal was to leave Dublin on Saturday. However, Dublin post is such shite, and I was trapped waiting for my international credit card to arrive.

The best part is that when I finally got it and used it INTERNATIONALLY like you would an INTERNATIONAL credit card... they froze all my accounts. Right in the middle of my bus/ferry purchases to get the hell out of this leprechaun city. 

I’m getting a phantom headache reliving this right now.

I’d go through the details with you, but I can’t afford to lose any more hair from the stress. My mets cap would become a permanent accessory for the rest of my trip.

I’m currently on my way to Glasgow, Scotland. Won’t arrive for about ten hours. But the long trip is worth the not having to ride in another plane. Because, let’s face it, there’s no way you can convince me that SCIENCE keeps that metal bird in the sky. It’s pure wizardry. I believe there’s a tour in England to the Make Things Fly School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

And where there’s a school, there’s a snake faced villain ready to break the spells of flight.

Get it? It’s a Harry Potter joke AND a Snakes On a Plane joke, kind of.

Not just a head of golden locks people!