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Paul Robinson 10 C The Irish Adventure The sea was choppy and rough; a lot of people were feeling very sick. An hour later and we were arriving in Dublin's 'fair city' for the start of our Irish adventure. We were very excited, as the holiday was one of the few high points in a year when dad had been very ill. The little I had heard of Ireland was of bombs, shootings, protests, troops and the Eurovision Song contest. I felt very nervous because of all of that but I was also excited and curious of what was going to be there. Our adventure began straight away; we were staying in a hotel, which overlooked the beautiful sandy Irish beaches. In the bay stood three majestic islands shrouded in the late evening mist. We spent the next three days looking around the interesting city of Dublin, in the rain, and the local countryside in thankfully better weather. Dublin itself was like any city. It was busy, loud and full of people in a hurry. The river was a sludgy green, which the local wildlife avoided as if they knew something we should. It was really a resting point of the holiday after the long journey from home to here. ...read more.


It was quite nerve racking crossing the bridge, which was painted red, and white. It was apparently one of the best in Ireland. From the high advantage point that the station enjoyed you could see the Fastnet lighthouse and the guide told us of the conditions that had existed on the day the famous race from the Isle of Wight. They had encountered the deadly seas of an Atlantic storm. The lighthouse, although thirty metres high had been shrouded in the seas, with witnesses reporting seeing yachts passing over the top of it. The building we were in was along way from the sea and even that had had windows broken by the pounding of the seas that claimed so many lives. It was a great start to the holiday and really got us going and looking forward to the rest of the adventure. We then travelled up the West coast we broke our journey twice at B and B stops. Calling them B and B is an understatement. One was an 8-bedroom bungalow with showers to each room and the second was entered along a tree-lined drive, which presented a view not unlike the opening title of a film. ...read more.


It was very enjoyable meeting them and getting to know their children. They were very welcoming towards us as most people were in Ireland. We had lunch in nearly every house we went to. Mam and Dad chatted for ages, as they do, while we played and talked with their kids. The Irish people were always really friendly and fun which squashed all the worries I had before I came of bombs and troops. The journey home came very quick. In one way we were looking forward to get home but we were also very sad to leave. While we waited for the ferry we had a drink. Dad got talking to a couple of fisherman. We said were we from and how much we liked Ireland. Dad also told them we were travelling back on the ferry. The fisherman then told us what the Irish call the Seacat ferry, "The Commit Vomit". We unfortunately found out why! It was a long journey home but the ferry was very comfortable. Dad and I had a wander around the ferry looking at the massive engines, which powered the boat. It was a good ending to the holiday. The unfortunate thing was the prospect of the drive home. It was going to take us about seven hours and we weren't stopping. ...read more.

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