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)

St Patricks – Part 1

As I’m sure everyone knows, Saint Patrick’s Day was on Saturday, 17th March. For this reason, Monday the 19th was made an Irish Bank Holiday.
“Long weekend!”, I hear everyone scream.

Now there’s a few things you non-Irish people should know…
The Irish love long weekends (don’t we all) and the Irish love to drink. Now combine this with the St Patrick’s Day festivities… and you can just imagine the exciting events that follow.

Its my first St Patrick’s Day in Ireland, so, in my typical “tourist” mindset, I thought this was going to be good fun (now known as craic, pronounced “crack”).

We set out into town on the Saturday to go watch the parade. Now, I’ve never seen a parade before, so I didn’t really know what to expect.
There were people… lots of them. And some of them had brought their own step-ladders to be able to see over the crowds.
Due to all the bus services terminating on the South side of the Liffey, and the Parade starting on the North side, we just headed for the nearest point along the Parade route that we could get to. As it turned out, we weren’t the only ones that did this, so we started walking down the Parade route to find a nice spot where we could see the road.

Eventually, we found a nice spot, and “parked” ourselves as firmly as we could.

I couldn’t get too close to the barriers, as I couldn’t squeeze my (rather… bulky) self through the crowds, but my other half managed to fit in with the kids in the front,

As it turned out, we were about three quarters of the way along the route.
A word of advice to people who are thinking of participating in parades in future:
If you’re going to be “performing” in the parade, understand how long the route is.
If you’re going to get tired half way down the route, then don’t bother taking part, you’ll just spoil it for everyone. There’s nothing more depressing than a performer, all done up in make-up and a fancy outfit, strolling along amongst the other performers with a “couldn’t be arsed to smile” attitude. That really spoils things.

So thats the Parade over. The end of the parade being signaled by two shiny new street sweeper van thingys.

In Part 2, some pictures, and the part where things really start going downhill.