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On Thursday I spent much of the day in transit, and was therefore mostly eating paninis.
On Friday, my brother had to work, so I explored Cork city centre, looked at pretty things in the gallery, found a park full of babygoths and helped an old man carry a sack of potatoes to a taxi (I assume I was being helpful but I couldn't understand a single word he said, so I may now be down somewhere as a crazed potato kidnapper...) Strangely, Cork was full of the same shops as Leeds - although all wood-framed and brightly painted - and it turns out I should have brought my Waterstones card and my Boots card. I then met up with my brother and we found beer and rock music till 3 am. Thursday I was mostly eating nostalgia (luncheon meat and pickle sandwiches straight out of my schooldays, and ham and cheese toasties just like last time I was in possibly-Cork) and goats cheese.
On Saturday, we finally managed to emerge from the flat sometime after midday and went on a quest for somewhere that would consider it to be morning still. We did so, and achieved Irish breakfastness (although it wass suspiciously English as it had no white pudding or cheese.) We then headed out to Midletown (one d) where they make Jameson Irish Whiskey, and did a very wet and rainy tour and a delicious tasting session. (I feel they cheated a little cos the "Scotch" they had us compare the Jamesons to tasted like cheap blended crap, but it was still interesting to compare the different processes and flavours and the Irish was a lot nicer than I had realised. And I am not at all biased by the fact that they gave me free whiskey. Although I wasn't biases enough to pay out for a special souvenir bottle of the stuff ("only fifty euros from our gift shop!")
After that we went to the greyhound track where my highly scientific system (I started out by picking the names I liked best, but this all changed once I found out you could go and see the dogs out and prancing round - I came to the conclusion that white ones are slow, bouncy ones are good, and you should always back the one that tales the longest pee purely on entertainment grounds) yielded one small win and one big win. I ended up almost even over the night but then gave half my winnings back to a retired greyhound housing charity. Curried chips at the track meant that Saturday, I was mostly eating stodge.
Today I have been to the seaside, and have acquired mystical amulets and psychotic sheep, and many things made with whiskey, including whiskey. We defied the satnav to go on a quest for a waterfall, which turned out to be a village called Waterfall which had not a torrent in sight, which I feel is most definitely false advertising. However we may have found the Batcave, which kind of makes up for it.
The rest of the day will involve beer, some kind of food, trying to figure out if I was actually in Cork before or if I imagined it (I was in Ireland for a week many years back, mostly in Dublin but we did hit a couple of West Coast hostels too, but time has made the whole thing hazy) and airports.
On Friday, my brother had to work, so I explored Cork city centre, looked at pretty things in the gallery, found a park full of babygoths and helped an old man carry a sack of potatoes to a taxi (I assume I was being helpful but I couldn't understand a single word he said, so I may now be down somewhere as a crazed potato kidnapper...) Strangely, Cork was full of the same shops as Leeds - although all wood-framed and brightly painted - and it turns out I should have brought my Waterstones card and my Boots card. I then met up with my brother and we found beer and rock music till 3 am. Thursday I was mostly eating nostalgia (luncheon meat and pickle sandwiches straight out of my schooldays, and ham and cheese toasties just like last time I was in possibly-Cork) and goats cheese.
On Saturday, we finally managed to emerge from the flat sometime after midday and went on a quest for somewhere that would consider it to be morning still. We did so, and achieved Irish breakfastness (although it wass suspiciously English as it had no white pudding or cheese.) We then headed out to Midletown (one d) where they make Jameson Irish Whiskey, and did a very wet and rainy tour and a delicious tasting session. (I feel they cheated a little cos the "Scotch" they had us compare the Jamesons to tasted like cheap blended crap, but it was still interesting to compare the different processes and flavours and the Irish was a lot nicer than I had realised. And I am not at all biased by the fact that they gave me free whiskey. Although I wasn't biases enough to pay out for a special souvenir bottle of the stuff ("only fifty euros from our gift shop!")
After that we went to the greyhound track where my highly scientific system (I started out by picking the names I liked best, but this all changed once I found out you could go and see the dogs out and prancing round - I came to the conclusion that white ones are slow, bouncy ones are good, and you should always back the one that tales the longest pee purely on entertainment grounds) yielded one small win and one big win. I ended up almost even over the night but then gave half my winnings back to a retired greyhound housing charity. Curried chips at the track meant that Saturday, I was mostly eating stodge.
Today I have been to the seaside, and have acquired mystical amulets and psychotic sheep, and many things made with whiskey, including whiskey. We defied the satnav to go on a quest for a waterfall, which turned out to be a village called Waterfall which had not a torrent in sight, which I feel is most definitely false advertising. However we may have found the Batcave, which kind of makes up for it.
The rest of the day will involve beer, some kind of food, trying to figure out if I was actually in Cork before or if I imagined it (I was in Ireland for a week many years back, mostly in Dublin but we did hit a couple of West Coast hostels too, but time has made the whole thing hazy) and airports.
