Corcaigh (Cork)
Thursday, about midday, Mikey and I see Joey. We're all a little stir crazy, as is Matt who just strolled down the path. We all decide that we're going to Galway later that night w/ Rebecca. Of course, about 2 hours later, Mikey comes back and says Oysterfest is on in Galway and there isn't a B&B or hostel to be found. Change of plans for those in the apartment, we're going to Cork.
I wake up friday and start looking for hostels. Found one, called, and went to get my laundry out. I walked down to the paper office to tell them where they can get the photos they needed (paper got printed last weekend and I should have a picture in it, if it isn't on the front page). Anyway, I booked for 6 figuring we can get the personel sorted later. That was my ballpark figure. I called matt to tell him I got 6 rooms and had space for him and his girlfriend. He told me he needed another room for his girl's friend, so I gave him the number for the hostel. He booked it thinking it was in Galway. I think he learned he was going to Cork at the bus stop to get into the city.
We got to the bus stop with PLENTY of time to get into the city, or so we thought. The place was crawling with Irish kids looking to go home to for the weekend. We had to get on the second one (the first left absolutely packed, too). We got to the bus at exactly the departure time, which is exactly too late. So we went north to a Korean street and got a burger. 2 hours later, we were on our bus headed to Cork.
Upon arrival, we got of the bus and headed north of the River Lee to our hostel. The river stank like you wouldn't believe. It was like somebody shat on athlete's foot and smeared it in an NYC gutter. We were about to gag as we crossed. Great first impression.
We finally got to the place after calling the desk for directions and them not having a clue where we were (it was 1 block away... thanks). Got in, and finally got to set our stuff down. We were all pretty relieved, so we went down to a pub to have a drink. Superdyke poured mine, and Cork really is cheaper than Dublin. It was great, though. A pint with 6 good friends in a new city for the taking... And boy did we. More later...
I wake up friday and start looking for hostels. Found one, called, and went to get my laundry out. I walked down to the paper office to tell them where they can get the photos they needed (paper got printed last weekend and I should have a picture in it, if it isn't on the front page). Anyway, I booked for 6 figuring we can get the personel sorted later. That was my ballpark figure. I called matt to tell him I got 6 rooms and had space for him and his girlfriend. He told me he needed another room for his girl's friend, so I gave him the number for the hostel. He booked it thinking it was in Galway. I think he learned he was going to Cork at the bus stop to get into the city.
We got to the bus stop with PLENTY of time to get into the city, or so we thought. The place was crawling with Irish kids looking to go home to for the weekend. We had to get on the second one (the first left absolutely packed, too). We got to the bus at exactly the departure time, which is exactly too late. So we went north to a Korean street and got a burger. 2 hours later, we were on our bus headed to Cork.
Upon arrival, we got of the bus and headed north of the River Lee to our hostel. The river stank like you wouldn't believe. It was like somebody shat on athlete's foot and smeared it in an NYC gutter. We were about to gag as we crossed. Great first impression.
The first bar in Cork... the name of which escapes me.
