Autumn makes me tired, and I have been busy with my uni work; that's why I haven't posted the pictures of our mini holiday to Ireland earlier like I was supposed to. Prior to the holiday I was very stressed, as we had booked the tickets before I knew our essay deadlines had been made earlier, meaning I had to finish all the essays with less time to work on them; also, our original Airbnb host in Cork cancelled our stay couple of days before travelling, but luckily enough a lovely host had just posted her room for the first time.
After waiting for a while at Dublin airport, we got a bus to south; the drive was quite long, and our bus broke on the way (and quite confusingly, the driver didn't tell anyone first when we parked next to the substitute bus), but at least it was nice to look at the green scenery. For
some reason I was photographing less than I normally do, and to be
honest, Cork ended up being bit of a disappointment; it was mostly about
the timing, though. We were looking for a relaxing weekend in a nice
town, and did not realise that there was a jazz festival going on, and
of course Halloween made the streets busier than regular as well. Drunken
people shouting on the streets quite early in the evening is not exactly
relaxing.
What
comes to sights, we went to the Cork City Gaol; a beautiful old jail,
but it left you little cold. The exhibitions themselves were not too
wide, and what was even weirder, a changing exhibition was set up so
some of the other displays were hidden (we realised this as some
informative boards were floppy and we could have a peek behind them).
Audiovisual presentation did not work, and a piece of paper was taped
where a piece was removed. Moreover, there were Halloween decorations
around, which to be honest were quite embarrassing; for example, a
bloody doll in a cell of a woman who had beaten her children.
Before leaving Cork, we went to Blarney Castle. Of course we had to
climb the tower, but that turned out to be a silly decision as it turned
out to be way scarier for my scared-of-heights-ass than I anticipated; I
survived up and down, but I was shaking and felt like throwing up
afterwards, even with (obviously) skipping
the kissing of the Blarney stone.
The estate was lovely to stroll around but whoops - Blarney House was
closed for the time being, so there was less to see there too than we
would've hoped.
