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What the hill?! mars 25, 2006

Posted by herraheri in Dublin 06.
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Good evening, my appreciated friends, and good evening also to you, my lovliest enemy, DR. MORIARTY! Always a pleasure.

My pipe is enlightened and the cognac has just the right temperature, so it's the best possible time to sit down in my brazenly comfortable leather armchair right next to the fireplace where a cozy little fire glimmers and tell you some devilarious and untold stories about HELL… – well, no, that's next week…about DUBLIN.

Monday, March 20th

You can't imagine the unclouded delight I felt when I woke up at around half eight (that's the real Irish slang, check it out: half eight, homie. Means: 8:30). In my heart, the birds sang and I felt that spring stepped closer and closer. It was inspiring.
Without having to think, my thoughts were a wild river, blasting its way through the unviolated Irish landscapes. I had to write a little poem instantly to express my emotions:

My brain is dead,
my stomach's mad,
I feel bad;
bad –

I was inspired, indeed.
(It was raining.)

Fresh like a deer I jumped into my clothes and had breakfast. It ruled.
We were both full of pleasant anticipation to do some challenging hiking in Bray, that's about 30 km south of Dublin. In fact, I had enough when we had walked to the station from which the train went to Bray. First appetite for a pint of Guinness flourished.

I believe we were not the first people who asked the friendly guys at the station where the ominous "cliff walk" started. They changed glances and rolled their eyes, "Oh man, these stupid idiots will never learn it.", then showed us the way.
We spent some time at the rough sea (I found a golf ball – exciting), then started the walk. Since we are two fisted warriors, we weren't satisfied with simply doing the walk, no, we decided to climb Bray Head, a chainsaw of a mountain, the emblem of Ireland: approximately 9000 m over sea level, acid springs and rivers all over the sides, caves with bloodthirsty bears in it and deadly rifts hidden for human eyes. And all that bare-footed! (We had eaten our shoes for second breakfast.)

The path was a thrill: dead bodies, smashed human bones, oxygen bottles, a lot of beer cans and bottles, cigarettes and other essential equipment. A cold, fresh Guinness at Bray Station would have been less challenging. Damnit!

But, you see, the moments of torture climbing this hell of a hill were highly awarded, i can tell thee. An amazing panorama extended to horizon.

Panorama 2 Panorama 1
The ocean was really sea-like, and the landscape was truely Irish. There were some great cliffs to stand on and feel like the king of the world. This lucky circumstance allowed us to execute the ingenious plan of doing a dramatic video shoot upon the mountain. The result was eye-burning. Herra héri was on the set, too. Take a licensed look at pics from the shoot:
Video shoot 1Video Shoot 2
When we felt that we had spent enough time screaming at the peak of this mountain, we headed back to the cliff path. Friendly tortoises and the well-known Guinness toucan accompanied us. We had a great conversation.

The rest of the walk was really soul-uplifting. It seemed like the landscape had just been jumping out of a tourist brochure about the impressive nature of Ireland. The hangover had been forgotten for a while.
Cliff walk
Hangover came back shortly when we reached Greystones, a rather ugly all-American village. We were badly in need for the one-hour-ride back to Dublin. Life continued not until we where back in O'Neill's, the pub of our confidence, where we had a pint of Bulmer's Cider and, oh yeah, believe it or not, something to eat (Irish stew). What followed was a really laid-back evening including (in order of appearance) another pint of Bulmer's, football, a pint of Kilkenny, football (second half), some dumbass Americans, a pint of Guinness, two Irish guitarists (m/w), another pint of Bulmer's, a completing pint of Guinness and sleep.
Guinness TimeChilling
Next time: Looking out for shoes, Guinness-loving lobsters and more American fun.

Good night and may the herra be with you.