To summarise my Ireland trip, I realised I had planned too much in not enough days. My itinerary around the island and seeing the things I wanted to see should’ve probably been done in 2 or 3 weeks, instead of 8 days with 2 of them spent in Dublin.
I missed many things, but now I know Ireland is a destination I can visit again for a future holiday or more. The people I met were great and easy-going (and they speak English!), the countryside is very very pretty.
But my last night in Ireland was terrible: the road outside the hostel was being repaired, and the repairs went on the whole night long. I was actually still having problems with my ear, so I was desperate for a good sleep.
The hostel is actually student dormitories, which are apparently empty during vacation time so the rooms get rented out to tourists. Across my room was a big kitchen, which was quieter because the window wasn’t facing the street which was being demolished and rebuilt that night. I made the decision to take a pillow and my sleeping bag and sleep on a sofa in that kitchen.
This became an exercise in lying really still, because any big movement would trigger the automatic light sensor and ruin my attempts to sleep for many minutes (I should’ve put on my sleeping mask). Also, anyone could’ve walked in, and I don’t like sleeping “in public”. Needless to say, I didn’t get a good rest.
I zombied my way through the morning, walking to the car rental place to handover the car, taking the bus to the airport, and getting the plane to Iceland…