We entered Dublin to the smell of shite… literally, there appeared to be some sort of frothy liquid spewing into the water from a processing plant along the narrow channel that leads to the port, causing our nostrils to flare.
Upon docking (next to the Ulysses), we had to wait a good twenty minutes for a 2nd bus to arrive to take us to the terminal.
Then, the ATM would not accept our card, leaving us Euro-less. We were forced to go to the upstairs café and change our pounds sterling one-for-one.
Following which, we had to wait a half-hour or so for a 2nd bus to take us into the city.
As we wrote in our journal at the time, ‘Irish eyes may be smiling, but we are pissed off’.
Murphy was an Irishman, don’t you know.
