The Irish Adventure

Authors Avatar

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. It was where we got ready for the next two and half weeks ahead of us; planned our routes and worked out how long it would take us to get the places, none of which worked. Nobody had told us about Irish roads and the likelihood that you would wait half an hour while two farmers, in tractors with a flock of sheep, would block the road for half an hour, completely unaware of the queue of traffic building up behind them. The strange thing was that nobody in line of traffic complained or tooted a single horn in frustration.

Join now!

     

After the safari south, which took four hours longer than a similar journey that would have taken us back home, we arrived on the outskirts of Clonakilty. This was to be our home for the next week. The first thing that stood out was the vivid colour of the house and the houses around. It seemed strange to us but it was quite ordinary for them. It was a local tradition to paint your house the brightest colour possible; our house wasn’t yellow, not even YELLOW but definitely YELLOW!!!!!!

     

There were many places to ...

This is a preview of the whole essay