Category: travel

KICK! 2005 – I am so in. Who’s with me?

Alarm clocks in hotel rooms, when they exist at all, are evil and unreliable. They don’t work like a normal alarm clock. See it for four PM, and it will go off at four AM, or not at all.\
So, my tip is – bring your own alarm clock. I wish I had…

I’m probably going to India next month. It’s not a place I’ve ever wanted to visit. Nothing against India, it’s just not in my travel plans (well, it wasn’t). After reading the journal of MR. TROY, I really am not looking forward to it.\
I have an overarching philosophy when it comes to travel: only go places you can drink the water. This means that so far, I’ve been to Europe, Canada and Iceland outside the U.S. I’ve ventured into Mexico, and only drank Coke the whole time I was there (on all half-dozen trips). Yes, I’m a chicken… a chicken with gastrointestinal “issues”, and who doesn’t drink alcohol (you know, to kill the bad things).\
So far, I’ve been told not to rent a car, only drink bottled water, stay at the Leela Palace, fly business class (duh, always fly business class when you’re going to have to try to sleep on the plane – and when someone else is paying), check out the business lounge in Frankfurt, don’t eat anything that’s been washed in the water, take any medicine you think you might need with you (anti-poop, pro-poop, decongestants, antihistamines, pain killers, cough drops, etc), be prepared for serious jet lag (oh, yummy), and don’t do dairy.\
And I’ve only read one blog and talked to two people. Who else has been to Bangalore? What tips can you pass on so I don’t die/make an ass of myself?

Here we are, the last four Ireland Photosets:

• Rock of Cashel
• Hore Abbey
• Cahir Castle
• Athassel Priory\
  What fun. Saturday was a great day, even though I was completely knackered at the end of it, and had to run through Heathrow the next day lugging six liters of Club Orange and a backpack that must have weighed forty pounds. My calves are now shapely balls of pain. I’m also still suffering from jet lag, even though I slept for twelve hours Sunday night (from 7:15 to 7:15). Yeah, I didn’t even watch the Super Bowl.\
  But, here I am, back at work in a new office, with broken stuff and a headache I could write pages on (but I won’t, because my head hurts!). It’s good to be home.

Ireland: Cashel Rock

I made it home safe and sound, and here are some pictures from Saturday. This is just the first set… I’ve got two more to post (hopefully some time today). Enjoy!

I found a free wi-fi network in the airport, so I’m using it. I got here ridiculously early, got up before that, and broke a bag in the process (so I’m now carrying a metric ton of goodies in my now bulging backpack, along with lugging six litres of Club Orange). I’m nowhere near awake, but while I’m here, I figured I’d come up with a list of things for me to remember the next time I travel:

• Bring blank CD’s: We had a rental car, and the radio got old about three days into the trip. In Ireland, the daily newspapers are having a “oh, yeah, well take this!” promotions war, so there are CD’s in the Saturday and Sunday papers. But, they’re free CD’s, so maybe one or two songs are actually listenable (last week’s Best of Irish Rock has some real gems on it). If I bring blank CD’s, I can burn whatever I feel like listening to that week, and then throw them away at the end of the trip so I don’t have to lug them home with me.
• Bring less stuff, or bring an extra bag: I’ve never been on a two week business trip before, and have accumulated a whole bunch of stuff to bring home (never let me loose in a sporting goods outlet). Packing was a pain, even though dirty clothes seem smaller than clean clothes, there still doesn’t seem to be enough room for everything (hence the gigantic backpack). Maybe this one should be Bring less stuff home…
• Take more drugs: I figured this one out the last time, but I think maybe I should have kept it up a couple more days this time. I get horrible jet lag. The only way I’ve found to conquer it, or at least placate it is Tylenol PM. It works like a charm. Take two the first couple nights, then go down to one for the next three days. Also, if you come to Ireland in the winter, it’s cold, wet and windy… and the environmental controls are typically European. If you’re an asthmatic like me, this is a bad thing. So, make sure you have your inhaler with you at all times. Take the wickedest decongestant you can find, and try to keep warm. It will help.
• Download TV: I can totally justify this. I have TiVo at home, and these shows are sitting there waiting for me. I subscribe to HBO and Showtime, so I’m not stealing, since I’ve already paid for the shows. There, my conscience is clean. Use BitTorrent, grab Azureus, and check out tv-swarm. Get your torrents, leave your laptop on overnight, and voila, TV from home (because, really, TV here is pretty scary).
• Bring a thumb drive: It made sharing TV with the other guys I was traveling with a lot easier (“I’ll trade you a Simpsons for a Desperate Housewives.”)
• Get out of the city: It doesn’t matter where you are, get out of the city. You’ll have more fun and see more stuff.\
  There you go… Other than working, this trip was a lot of fun. Porter and Aaron were a lot of fun to hang out with, and the Dublin guys are a hoot. Ireland is a gorgeous country with beautiful people, and an impressive collection of FDOS (Falling Down Old Stuff). I’d recommend it to anyone looking for something other than amusement parks and cheap tourist traps. The people are extremely friendly and helpful. The countryside is so green you won’t believe it, and the food is an eternity better than anyone can express.\
  Yeah, let’s talk about that… I’ve now spent about twenty-five days in Ireland between this trip and the last one. In that time, I’ve not had a bad meal. Not one. I was told by lots and lots of people that Ireland’s just like England: everything’s boiled and the food is horrible. Far from it. I’d put Dublin’s restaurants up against almost anyone’s in the world. Even out in the country, Irish pub food is really good, especially BLT’s. Why? Because they use Irish bacon, the best friggin’ bacon in the world (no lies, better even than French bacon, and I love French bacon). If you come to Dublin, expect to eat too much… way way way too much. Don’t miss the Irish breakfasts, skip lunch, and then splurge on one of Dublin’s fantastic restaurants. Here’s a short list of my favorites:
• Roly’s Bistro: By the American Embassy (which looks like a big militaristic waste bin with a scary metal eagle on it). The best meal I’ve had since France.
• Odessa: The best beef, and the funniest waitresses.
• Ouzo: Cute little basement cafe on Baggot Street. Great specials, and the steaks look divine.
• Embassy Grill: Take away kebabs of the gods, across the street from Roly’s.
• Red Arrow: No idea where, on the way to Long Mile Road from the canal. Hop in at dinner time for fresh cod and chips… and a heap of local color.
• Baan Thai: Also across from Roly’s. Best Thai food I’ve ever had.
• La Paloma: In Temple Bar. Great Spanish food, funny and friendly service, and (according to the guys) really good wine that’s not horribly expensive.\
  That’s just a smattering. There are a ton more that I can’t remember the name of at the moment. You won’t starve and your tummy will be happy… especially if your company is footing the bill.

Today, Porter went to:

• The Rock of Cashel
• Hore Abbey
• Cahir Castle
• Athessel Priory\
  All were amazing examples of FDOS (falling down old stuff). I took over four hundred pictures that have been imported into iPhoto, but not looked at yet. I’m tired, plus, I have to get up really early tomorrow to check out and get to the airport to catch a plane. I can’t wait to get home. Two weeks is too long to be away from my family. I miss them horribly.\
  The sun was out almost all day, and I think I got a sunburn. I know! I can’t believe it… a sunburn in Ireland in February. I am the dumbest pale person ever.

I’ve yet to see anything sold out on Woot before I have a chance to decide if I want to order it, even the remote controlled cars. They’re always sold out before I see them. All hail being five hours ahead of the east coast (well, until I have to adjust to being five hours behind my current body clock).

St. Kevin the Penitent

Porter took this one. I was sitting, wheezing, in St. Kevin’s Cell and prayed to the patron saint of asthmatics (who I hope is Saint Kevin) to help me make it the rest of the way up the mountain. Then I laid down until an old man walking by made fun of me.

Porter and I are going to be here on Saturday, and are looking for some more falling down old stuff to go look at and take pictures of. Right now, we’re expanding our circle to both the north and the west. If you know Ireland, and you have some suggestions, we would love to hear them. If you’ve been playing along, we’ve been to Newgrange, Mellifont Abby, Monasterboice and Glendalough, so we don’t want to hear about them (we loved them all… great falling down old stuff). Oh yeah, we’d love to see some old churches that still have their roofs.