Dublin, Ireland - A Good Friday to Forget

My destination, a bed and breakfast on the Emerald Isle where i was to meet up with Rhys Bowman and explore the supposdely amaying cliffs of Moher on Irelands west coast. After a very late night partying (work function) which proved to be a very interesting night to say the least. (The London Stock Exchanges new trading system had gone live succesfully) i finally stumbled home at about 3am got 2 hours sleep and then started to pack. Packing at 5:30am slightly drunk and trying to anticipate what your going to need for 4 days travelling is something that by now i'd gotten quite good at. So i found myself on the tube at about 7am heading to Marylebone station.

Wales i've been told is an amazingly beautiful country filled with beatiful lakes and scenic peaks, as for me, i missed most of it sleeping. And when i finally did awake i was told that the train had been standing still for 45 minutes due to kids throwing rocks. Oh well, back to sleep i went, 7 hours later (The entire jouney should have taken 4) i arrived at Irish Sea Port, only to be told that the least ferry on Good Friday departed 3 minutes ago... What an easter this was shaping out to be! Having plenty of time on my hands (The next ferry wasnt until 2am the following morning) i decided to explore that small little welsh town i was in. 15 minutes later i was pretty much down with that town... there was litterally nothing there apart from the seaport and a big statue that was a memorial to the fisherman lost at sea. Buying a couple of beers from the local supermarket i decided to climb up the cliff to check out the statue more closely. I still cannot believe the condition that the towns people let their memorial momumnet degenerate too, the plaque could not be read, the entire 'park' was covered in cans and thousands of beer bottles and even the occiosional condom wrapper.

Heading back to the ferry terminal i comondeered all the coffe tables and made myself a make shift bed and got some shut eye for a few hours...

12am Im woken by a family of 'Travellers' that are crossing to Ireland (They had come to wales because on Good Friday it is impossible to buy alcohol in Ireland) Needless to say these kids were annoying the hell out of everone they could, stealing sleeping bags wallets everything they could lay their hands on (An english gentlemen remarked to me that they were simply doing what their parents had trained them to do) eventually one english gentlemen in his mid thirties gave the child a gentle tap on his bottom and sent him on his way... Way Wrong Move! Within seconds he was beaten up bloodied nosed and lying on the ground, within 2 minutes the police were arresting the entire Picky family within 5 minutes they had released the Picky family (No Fixed Address, apparently means that it is not worth the effort to press charges) and then arrested the gentlemen nursing a broken / bruised nose, brusing (physical and emotional) for what i was told was Child Abuse... Ah a fine effort from the welsh constabulary...