Sights of Dublin
02.09.2010 - 03.09.2010 18 °C
At last ! After three flights, the airport spits me out into bright sunlight. I heave my suitcase / backpack onto my shoulders for the first time, trying to look like a seasoned traveller. First I almost fall over backwards, and in the process trip over my hand lyggage so that I stagger around under the weight, looking the complete idiot. I get a few (thankfully) friendly smiles. A grey - haired lady tells me where to get off, and I again stagger five blocks to the hostel...
Anyway, The first venture out into the unknown saw me promptly taking the wrong direction, and I stumble upon a delightful park, called Blessington park. The herbacious flower bed at the entrance is at its best. Gorgeous colors, and not a weed in sight. The window boxes are to die for here - back in RSA, it is a huge strggle to get any hanging basket or box to survive, let alone thrive, because of the heat and low humidity. You really have to water twice a day, wthout fail.
Next, the Botanical gardens. Of course, took another wrong turn, and ended up at the Glasnevn cemetery. I loved it! You can trace your Irish ancestors through the genealogy department on site, and then search out your great -great- ancestors. The earliest grave that I could decipher had 1823 engraved on it - even before the great Famine.
Retracing my route, I then found the Botanic Gardens. Not as big as Botanic Gardens go, but impeccably maintained, and at its height of the season. The grass garden is my personal favourite. As you stand in the middle of the beds, and they sway in the breeze, you feel yourself calming down with the swishing and swaying of the tall grasses.
That was my first day. Tomorrow, the big HOP ON, HOP Off adventure begins.