Zombies And Fairies
So we hopped off the Maasdam in Dublin and hopped on a double decker bus. The bus went nowhere, and I had plenty of time to amuse myself with the scenery. Oh wait, I was evidently looking out the wrong side of the bus.
What was really happening, why the bus wasn’t moving, why all of downtown Dublin was ground to a standstill, was the Zombie Parade. Hundreds, if not thousands, of would-be zombies flooded the streets.
Why would you want to be a zombie in the land of leprechauns and fairies? No clue.
When we finally got rolling I was treated to a Gratuitous Name Sighting. I’m always alert to stray instances of my name, and I thought this one was especially cute.
Dublin is a lovely city, and one of the loveliest places we saw was St. Patrick’s Cathedral,
whose organ has a stop called bombard.
Jonathan Swift was dean of this cathedral for 30 years
and was buried here.
Something I really enjoyed about Dublin is that most signs are written in both Gaelic and English, two languages that, as you can see, do not resemble each other at all.
I also appreciated the effort they put into saving the lives of hapless tourists. Since they drive on the “other” side of the road, stepping off a curb is one of the most hazardous things you can do here.
We weren’t able to go into Christchurch, but it was quite imposing from the outside.
We did, however, go into Dublin’s oldest pub for a nice evening of dinner accompanied by Irish music and folklore. Fairies were very much a part of the evening, and even though I’m not superstitious, I wouldn’t go out of my way to cross some of the magical beings we heard about during dinner.
We also didn’t go into Trinity College, except for the courtyard, where hundreds of poeple waited in line to see the famous Book of Kells, even though it was pouring rain.
Instead we browsed shop windows, especially those with interesting names,
checked out this monument to Molly Malone (apparently also known as “the tart with the cart,”
and admired a set of mysterious paving stone inserts, all with a dagger theme.
I’ve been trying to post this for two days, so I could get on to the Faeroe Islands, and east Iceland, where we are now. Tonight we’ll cross the Arctic Circle, and the ship’s satellite internet connection is so fickle, so abominable, that I’ll just post this as is and catch up as catch can. Sorry!