Big City

Day three took us from Waterford (pictured on the fried map at left) to Dublin, where the rivers run brown with Guinness. Or at least that's what we're telling Mike.

Sunday presented challenges in the realm of the gastrointestinal. Since our diet has largely consisted of stout beer, pork fat, and eggs, it was quite a puzzle to figure out what was causing such distress. Ultimately, we guessed that it was the white toast that accompanied the full Irish breakfast that had made us to gassy and loose.

We took the Dublin Literary Pub Crawl last night, ending after many laughs and many pints at Davy Byrne's bar, which features prominently in Joyce's Ulysses, which I take to be some kind of book. We had a nice long chat with a mixed group of US expats, Dutch, Hungarians, and Australians, and Al again led us Moses-like to a place we shouldn't have gone -- an after-hours niteclub out at the Dublin races. It took us two drinks to realize that we were older than our fellow patrons by a good 18 years...

Round Round-Up, Part Threux:

• 1 at Lil Doyle's, along the N11 on the way to Dublin
• 1 at the Tara Towers hotel, where we're staying in the SE part of Dublin
• 3 at the Duke, waiting for the Literary Crawl to begin
• 1 at O'Neill's, across from Trinity College
• 1 at The Stand
• 4 at Davy Byrne's (no relation, Joel)
• 2 at Club 92