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| Travel tip: When you are asking someone to take a picture of you, pick someone who's fat, or drunk. That way you can catch them if they take off. In this case, I had both things going for me. My camera was safe |
Caught a farewell beer at The Ferryman while waiting for the airport shuttle. There was no one there when I walked in and the bartender did not seem happy to see me. There were two full Guinness on the bar, and I sat down and ordered a Smithwicks (my Irish go-to).
A gentleman eventually sat down next to me. We chatted a bit, but I had a hard time understanding him, I assumed, because of his thick Irish accent. He quickly drank both Guinness that were on the bar, and I realized, the reason I could not understand him was he was completely pickled at 3PM. I talked to him for about an hour, and at different points,
- He was from New Hampshire
- His parents were from New Hampshire
- His ex-wife was from New Hampshire
I dont know if any of these things are true. I do know he loves John Cougar Mellencamp (but not John Mellencamp) and hates Richard Branson. He works at the bar, and they didn't charge me because I watched the bar while he and Jimmy the barman went out to smoke.
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| Official pub status |
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| A taste of home |
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| Earning my keep |
 This made me nervous for the longterm viability of Google in Ireland. I felt better when he couldn't answer easy questions like "How far is the airport from here?" and "Why is your 6 year old daughter in the bar with you, wearing a leopard coat?" |
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