Fuck you, 2015. I won't even bother to recap this year. There has been happiness, but the year in its entirety was tainted by a deep sorrow. I'd rather be looking forwards now.
2016 got off to a good start at least. Being sick and tired of the Christmas and new years celebrations, me and a loved one decided to grab a couple of cheap flight tickets to Ireland and spend a couple of weeks there instead. Even though I am thoroughly broke now, I am very pleased with this decision.
Ireland is a lovely country. Have some pictures.
|Dublin had a castle. 19 revolutionaries once took the tram there and stormed the place.|
It did not end well. Irish people haven't been very good at revolutions.
|Cathedrals, churches and monasteries abounded.|
|There's been people in Ireland since the paleolithic age.|
The first ones walked over from Britain during the last ice age.
These are rapiers from the bronze age.
|The coasts were dramatic, and so was the weather.|
Although heavy rains and flooding came in later, Christmas eve
gave me a sunburn.
|On Christmas day everything was closed,|
but there was always street-art to be admired.
|And I took the opportunity to chill out with Oscar Wilde in a park.|
|Although I remember the buildings of Trinity College|
being beautiful, this is the only picture I have of the place.
|I guess that says something about me.|
|I never pass up the opportunity to sing with a waterfall.|
|Views from mountains were spectacular.|
|Or at least would have been in theory, on some days.|
|At other times they would call from a distance.|
Some day I'm going to heed that call. I am so going back there.
In conclusion: Ireland is a beautiful, beautiful country with friendly people and a sad but intriguing history. Very much like New Zealand, really.
Love and Ireland,