The Conan Doyle. Beeyooteefull.
The phone died, so not pictured is the National Gallery and some wandering.
Very early flight to Edinburgh. Hallo, sunrise.
Saying farewell to our hostel and Zappa, the bathroom gatekeeper.
Went to the Guiness Museum, which is quite generous with its samples.
We are now certified pourers.
Clicfs of Moher. GAAAAAAH never not pretty.
Also, we had the best group of bus drivers/tour guides. Une example: one of the drivers did a rendition of Aqua’s Barbie Girl, but with lyrics about Barbie/girl sheep.
Phone was out of commission for a few days i.e. we kept forgetting to charge it. Not pictured: Jameson distillery, Trinity College, and Kilmainham jail.
Here we are, your windswept intrepid travellers on our way to the cliffs of Moher.
Gilbert accepting the swankfest challenge aboard the S.S. London to Dublin.
Taking the unexpextedly swanky ferry from London to Dublin. This ferry had everything: a restaurant, a movie theatre, a Teen Lounge a.k.a an arcade, and childactyls, which is that thing of when children screech at great length as though they were half human half pterodactyl.