Day 14: We're Shippin' Off Ta Dublin, Way-ay-oh~!
Today was a day of mass transit. And while the trains were built by the Japanese, their regularity and pathing were not. This day started off, like most, with breakfast. The second most important meal of the morning. I had toast and cereal. Angie had toast and fruit. There was tea involved, but I'm only mostly sure I was the one drinking it. Plans were discussed and something resembling a route was planned. Like most plans, it did not survive contact with The Enemy (in this case, The Enemy are the streets of Dublin and also other tourists). After breakfast, our host at this B&B (a man called Joe who used to be a taxi driver here in Dublin) offered to drive us up to Malahide train station. We had originally planned to take the bus into the city, but I am a man who prefers his transit to follow rails. As a sidebar, the word for railway in Gaelic is Iarnr รณ d (Iron Road). Isn't learning educational? We embarked at Malahide Station and road the express line to T...
