Ireland so far... .

Interesting Facts:

Toilets flush from the front or the back, not the side, and the handles are on the opposite side as to America.
The reason why people drive on the other side of the road was to do everything opposite of the French.
There is only one road in London Proper that you can drive on the right side, and it's a driveway into a hotel.
Town homes in London as well as other metro areas are bigger than any mansion in Vegas, especially old ones. Example: Buckingham Palace is a town home, Windsor castle is the main house.
Being hung, drawn and quartered was for the old brits as football, UFC and Nascar are for us today.
There is two separate areas in London, one side is officially for the monarchy, and the other is run by businessmen. The queen has to ask permission to enter this area.
Never take a cab from the airport.
Towns are called villages here
Everyone in wales hates the British, or at least everyone I spoke to does.
It rains everyday here, lol.
The pigeon is officially (in my opinion) the national bird, they are everywhere, and freely fly through buildings.
The welsh drink a lot!
There are more unique cars and motorcycles, than I have ever seen, like the Mitsubishi Animal, or the cointreau v4, or the Dudd.
Most little shops in London and Wales, that I have been into are run by foreigners.
People are more friendly the farther you get away from the city, and closer you get to the villages.
Everyone rides motorcycles here, fast, and in the rain, Ireland should offer classes to Vegas bike riders.
You risk your life crossing the street.
There are far more interesting types of candy here than in the states.
People call converse cons not "chucks" (had an argument with a girl about that).
Everyone drinks a lot
The clubs are full of 18-19 year olds with raging hormones
The tv here is interesting, and the soaps they have on are quite interesting. (ya, don't say it, it woke me up when I was sleeping, and it was so outrageous, that it was funny)
The maids are all smoking hot in the hotel (Ireland)
People walk everywhere here, I haven't seen many fat people, mostly everyone is in shape. Hummm do the math, drink everyday, walk everywhere, stay in shape, good stuff.
Some movies still have a sign language interpreters, God that reminds me of the old 70's Laurence Welk and Love American Style, yep just dated myself.


Ok Back to the trip:

Dublin Ireland: Days 6

All praise, finally I get to Ireland yes, the land of my ancestors, the place where my grandmother would tell me tales, the place where I genetically get my disposition to be an alcoholic, yes, I am here! Let's digress a bit. Back to Holyhead, and the boat ride. Let me tell you all, that was a ride to remember. Starting at the station, I was feeling very chatty, so, in Kerry fashion, I talked to everyone. I met people from northern Ireland, Canada, and Australia. Well I made it on with a lovely couple from Australia, but funny enough they were born in Belfast, and had moved to Australia 30 years ago. Walking thorough the gate, it was the same as going through the airport terminal in Vegas, very thorough. Checking my luggage, we took the outside walk toward the boat, in the rain, and wind, and well you get the picture. This boat was massive, it had double levels for cars, busses, etc, and a huge lounge area, seating probably 200. I made my way over to my new friends from Australia, and they offered me a seat with them. We started talking about Vegas, hotels, etc. He told me that he had a fondness for native Americans, being a fountain of knowledge on the subject we chatted away. Once we were underway, everything was great, I had a coffee, Bambi was playing and I was at peace. Well that sorta changed, not for me, but for everyone else. The wind had picked up something fierce, the boat was listing back and forth, and since it was a cat, (I learned how catamarans work from Sir Dave Souza, and how poor they are in bad seas). Well anyway, the boat, was rocking, people were turning blue, green and yellow, old people were loosing their balance and falling into other people that were seated. Well you all know me, and well I needed a smoke, and yes as there happened to be a smoking area, guess where, yep, topside. Well I made my way up the stairs, and popped out on deck, what a wild ride, water shooting everywhere, wind, rain, and lots of excitement on the Irish sea. I was a glutton for punishment, so I smoked 2, hung out with the other brave people trying to keep their balance, and finally got back in and sat down. I chatted a bit more with my new friends, and some other people as well, closed my eyes and took a nap for a bit.
We reached port after the two hour ride, and now I am back to my story! (on the train to Cork now, damn this is the most unstable train I have ever been on). Exiting the station I hailed a cab, and was on my way to my hotel. Reaching my destination, I went In the hotel, getting there a couple days early, mainly because I was supposed to spend time in Manchester, I ask if they had a room available for me, she of course said no, that I would have to be sent to another hotel, they had a backup available. She Called the Herbert hotel, and made my reservation. She pulled out a map, and showed me where it was at, so I decided that it was such a nice day, that I would walk. Hummm bright idea, NOT. After walking a couple of miles, I reached my destination, what a beautiful hotel, I would say 4 stars at least. I dragged my happy ass in and plopped up at registration, smiled and said, do you have a reservation for Kerry W, he looked, and looked, and looked, and looked, and said, nope. I retorted, how is that possible, you should have one, the hotel made one for me, and I explained it all in detail. He then said, maybe you are staying at the Mount Herbert hotel, scuse me, with my right testicle dropping an inch from sheer anger I said WTF, and where is the Fuckin Mount Herbert Hotel. He told me it was around the park, just on the other side of town by the new stadium. Well Fuck this I am not walking another two miles, so I hailed a cab, and after telling him my story, he laughed, said fuk it, in true Irish splendor, and dropped me off.

The hotel was nice, but by that time it was around 5 and I was tired, (on the train now, still, and just a thought WTF do people like to cough on trains without covering their mouth, dammit) so after checking in, come to find out the elevator was broken, and I had to truck my shit up four flights of stairs... . Yes Ireland the land of wonder, or in my case the land of wonder-lost.

Well I am in the room all safe, bag opened, and after taking a shower, I wanted to hit a pub for my first Guinness. I walked down about a mile or so, and found a great pub, well, it was sorta the only pub on the street, so I dove in. It was great, old Irish style pub, wood, and more wood, and the bartender looked like Coach from Cheers, even dressed the same, what a trip. The other bartender, helped me, if I remember correctly, it was Paul. I had my first Guinness, and was edging for some traditional Irish grub. He told me they were out of shepherds pie, so the boiled bacon was the next best thing. After having another smoke in the back with some cool cats who liked Vegas (everyone likes Vegas) I came back in a say a plate that would feed 5, dear God, are you kidding. He laughed, and said enjoy. For all of you that don't know boiled bacon is like pork chops and is really freaking good. It had carrots two types of potatoes and parsnips. It was wonderful. Paul told me that wasn't all, that desert was coming and another pint as well. Grinning I resided to the restroom to throw up and make more room, lol just kidding, I did however go out and have another smoke. I went back in, ate the pie, drank the Guinness, paid the tab, and bailed. It was getting late, and I wanted to get up early and start seeing shit, so I called it a night.

The next morning after a lovely continental breakfast, I went out to catch the bus to go see the sights. Mine was the first stop, and he had to go four other places to pick up people. It amazes me how some people get a license. After some artful driving, and digging the my nails out of my palms (jk) we reached the first stop, town center. This tour was a hop on hop off tour, where you can stay and see everything at each destination, and then catch the next bus to the next stop. I saw almost everything:

St. Patricks Cathedral
The prison
St. Mary's Cathedral
About 50 statues and monuments
Guinness storehouse
And more... .

You will see the pics when I post them all.

I really don't want to bore you with everything I did, and I am leaving somethings out, but, they are just tourist things, and they are pretty much the same for every place I went.
Ok back to the story, I was at the last stop, and it was pretty close to 5:30, the end of the bus run, so they dumped us off back at city center, and told us to find our way back, dicks! Well, after that, I bought the most expensive cheeseburger from burger king, which in American money was over 5 dollars. Folks, it wasn't a whopper, or a double cheeseburger, but a simple bread, cheese, and meat burger. Fuckin hell! I was pissed. Well after asking people for directions, I made it to the rail station, and took the train to my stop. I walked a bit, made it back to my room, and rested. When I got up, it was around 9, and I went out for a smoke. There was all this commotion about a Rastafarian singer coming in with his band, was a big deal I guess. The celeb, came up to me, and noticed my ink and my eyes. We chatted a bit, he asked for help with his bags, and we became friends. After that I went into town for some take out, went back to the room, ate, and crashed.
The next morning I checked out, and began the long walk to the new hotel. It was a beautiful day, the sun was out, and the air was freaking great, and I felt alive. I made it to the new hotel, unpacked, and headed out again.
The first night I didn't do much, just a quick bite, and stayed in mostly, rested and watched some movies on my iPad.

The next morning was more site seeing, and eating.

That night I got all dressed up, and went out for a night on the town, I had 3 more days here so, I wanted to take it slow. I went to this pub first, was really cool, had Midleton Rare half price, so I drank a couple with a couple of Guinness. The bartender and I chatted a bit, he told me where to go and where not to, I thanked him, paid, and bailed. I made it to an Italian Restaurant, seating about 30, very small, but really good. My waitress was nice, she was amazed by Vegas, and wanted to hear all about it, the 3 girls behind me were equally interested. We all yawed for a bit, and exchanged info, and we said our goodbyes. By that time, another beer down, I made my way back to the hotel and crashed.

The next morning was boring as all get up, just walked around and checked out the shops, and storefronts, and meet people. Saw plenty of cool places, but did 't talk to many people.

Ok folks here it comes the meat and potatoes of the night I was taken, lol, so here it goes. I got dressed up again, and went back to the same pub I did the night before this night was starting off great. I found an open seat next to a couple of locals. I started chatting, about Ireland and Vegas, and we all became friends. We drank more beer, smoked, and drank more beer. We decided to take a cab to city center, and drink more. We got to this two story pub, really cool, we all hung out, drank more beer, and we went to go smoke. We met this girl Laura and her friend, really cool chicks, Ronin, who was married, me and the girls talked for a long time, was really interesting. Laura and I debated on calling chucks chucks or cons, that was a battle to say the least, it ended with a tie. Ronin had to go golf in the morning but I think he had to leave because the misses kept texting, so I was left with the girls, we talked for another hour, and then they had to leave as well. By this time, I had a Sammy on 4 cups of tequila from Fats kinda buzz, and was smack dab in the middle of it all. Hummmm where to? Copperface Jacks, the local equivalent to a Vegas club, or so I thought. It was a blend of 16 candles and a night at the roxbury, it was a freaking kids playground. I was surrounded by kids everywhere, 18, somethings with raging hormones, and girls halfway naked, (that part was ok). Outside I talked to a couple people, drank a bit, and went back inside. Picture this, 300 young ins in the middle, and older guys on the outside watching, well I was standing on the outside, I said fuck this, so I bailed. I got a bit hungry and I hadn't eaten yet, so I hit this pizza place. I ordered a slice and this taco thing, and ate. Bad part: I took a bite of the taco thing, and the steam literally burnt my cheek, and I mean I really burnt it, fuckin hurt. Well I was full, drunk, and and ready to go home, when I met some canadians, they wanted to go to this strip club, and I thought, what the hell, we jumped in a cab and made it over.

The club was in the basement of this old building, I walked in and everyone immediately stared at me, no surprise, didn't bother me, I ordered another drink and sat down. I was approached by some girls, just like home, I said, just got here, and I was hanging out for a bit. The main part of the club was small, there was room for about 20, and the stage was the size of a typical home shower, what a joke. I started talking to a Romanian girl, kinda cool, we went out to have a smoke, and chat. And then went back in, here it is. She pointed out the menu: I was perplexed,

€25 One song
€50 Two Songs
€75 Three Songs
€100 Five Songs
€500 One Hour

I was shocked, those prices were higher than the VIP rooms in the nicest clubs in Vegas, I laughed in her face. I said not a chance, not happening, I was going to leave. Well needless to say she talked to me a bit more and talked me into the two song thing, well, that happened, and I left, not much more to say than I was a drunk sucker. I exited the club, helped a couple drunk chicks off the ground, and got in a cab and went back to the hotel.

The next day, I was hung over, and I went out twice for some food and water, and pretty much stayed in bed most of the day.

This morning I woke up, got packed and made it to the train station with about 20 minutes to spare and I am now on the train to Cork.

More to follow:... .