St Patricks – Part 3

As promised in Part 1 and Part 2, here is Part 3

Being that this was our first St Patrick’s day in Ireland, we decided to do the tourist thing and head down to Temple Bar for a pint. Were were just one block away from it anyway, so it was a short walk.

Clearly we weren’t the only ones to take this route, so things were pretty busy, and there were actually queues forming to get into the Pubs.

We managed to find a pub that had a seperate dining area, so we went in to have food.
There wasn’t an Irish accent in the place… not even the waitrons were irish.

We spent a good 2 hours there, having a drink and a lovely steak.
It was quite amuzing watching some of the tourists have their very first pint of Guinness, and the expressions on their faces as they got accustomed to the taste.

We left, and were immediately greeted by 4 of the largest Garda I’ve ever met. They were standing in the street outside glaring at the crowd. It was quite clear things were going downhill, so we decided to leave. We were followed by some sad looking man, who decided to throw a little tantrum. He threw his keys down the road, and then his cellphone (which narrowly missed us), and then proceeded to sulk while trying to avoid the gaze of the Garda.

After wandering around for a while, we realised there wasn’t really much to do if you were sober… And by the looks of it, we were the only ones.
So we headed back home, feeling rather disappointed.

I think we were just expecting more. Maybe we were expecting too much, and were disappointed when things didn’t meet our expectations, but we certainly didn’t expect every person on the streets to be completely trashed by 3pm.

(And then the massive fireworks display was cancelled due to bad weather. We were really looking forward to that, lets hope they go ahead with that some time soon)