This blog post will cover our trips to Brussels and Dublin. The 'drews only spent 20 hours in Brussels, then had an awesome four days in Dublin! By, the way for those of you that don't know what the dole is (Kendrew didn't), it's the Irish equivalent of welfare, except it pays extremely well. We basically spent a long weekend on the dole, except we weren't getting paid, just being
skells.
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All the 'drews did in Brussesls was sit in Kendrew's top bunk and watch Spartacus. |
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On a cliff walk in lovely Howth. Brilliant! |
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The French girl that took this photo said, "You may not like it, but I think it's cool. Like, Face-Buke." Face-Buke indeed, Nina. |
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Brian, a mate we met for about four minutes. Didn't stop him from sharing his vino. |
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Ridin'...well, you know. |
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Kendrew with the bartender (Rochee? Yoshi?) at O'Connell's. |
Really, Howth? The Cock Tavern and The Bloody Stream? We can understand O'Connell's and The Abbey Tavern, but this is just taking it too far. But, yes, we love it.
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Frandrew flew solo on an adventure in the morning. He ended up having a German dude take a picture of him in front of the General Post Office, site of the 1916 Irish Rising. Kendrew hadn't gotten home until 9am, so he didn't exactly regret missing the adventure. |
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Hey, we found Mattie Lee! |
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Hi, Emily. |
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Hi, Little Gy. Get it? No "u"! |
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We're almost there! |
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Well, we thought so, until Matt got derailed by this horse he fell in love with. We actually never made it into the Guinness Factory, just the pub next door. |
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We gave him the honorary name of "Mattdrew" for the weekend. Skellin' hard. |
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Mattdrew imagining the tap belonged to the horse. |
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The three 'drews with the Irish Guard. |
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Skells outside the Notre Dame pep rally. |
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Just doing what skells do. |
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At the pep rally. |
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Putting our skelldom on hold for one photo. |
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Then Kendrew stole these three signs from the stadium. |
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Kendrew free-loading in Mattdrew's five-star hotel. |
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The 'drews about to hijack a pedi-cab. |
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Ridin' dirty in the pedi-cab with Mattdrew at the helm. |
Don't really know what Frandrew and Mattdrew are doing here. Kendrew was really freaked out.
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Chillin' with the Dublin cops. |
This Irish guy stole Frandrew's drink, then Kendrew nearly came to blows with him. The guy was so intimidated that he gave Kendrew 20 Euro. DOLE!
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Kendrew pondering the meaning of life. |
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Kendrew's shoes were emitting the foulest odor Frandrew has ever smelt. And Frandrew has to smell himself every day. Luckily, Kendrew had Mattdrew's luxury hotel to freshen up. |
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When Mattdrew went to dinner with his parents, the original 'drews made themselves at home. |
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"Stay out of the room that we're not paying for, dammit!" |
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Hi, Bob. Hi, Coll. Bob, you need to lay off the sauce. |
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Hi random girls. Watch out, Mattdrew's about to go Hannibal Lecter on the taller one. |
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Mattdrew preparing to jump into the River Liffey. |
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Frandrew and Mattdrew after jumping off the bridge. We later heard that this was one of the few things for which we could have gotten arrested in Dublin. It's okay, though. We were skellthy. |