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(07-04-2012, 03:56 PM)
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Different story for antique roman and greek buildings though. |
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(07-04-2012, 04:09 PM)
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Kind of OT but have a question of upcoming travel. I am arriving in Italy somewhere in late July and need to be in London a couple days later. I can't reserve trains since my schedule is somewhat volatile but will I have trouble getting a train? Is everything going to be booked due to the olympics going on? I know getting a hotel would be harder but I'm mainly concerned just about the trains. I don't want to take the chunnel though, I'd rather go through the Calais-Dover ferry or the Hook of Holland ferry. Or if anyone has a suggestion for bus travel that would also be appreciated. I am coming out of Milan btw.
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formerly "chigiri"
(07-04-2012, 04:58 PM)
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(07-04-2012, 05:12 PM)
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Last edited by Seth C; 07-04-2012 at 05:15 PM.
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(07-04-2012, 05:59 PM)
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Expansive Ellipses
(07-04-2012, 07:00 PM)
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Hostel's been overtaken by a huge group of self-contained Indian travelers. Haven't seen anyone today other than them and some great grandparent aged people. Was recommended the musician bar crawl but that was just elderly folk too, but it's early yet, will try again after dark.
Met a cool Aussie girl and shot the shit with her for an hour or so, and she was going to meet back up with me shortly after, but no show. It's great meeting new people every day, but it also means being back to square one every day! Normally I'd have a plan of action and not just be hanging out, but I need a recharge day after air travel straight into getting wasted, so it's all good. Grabbing some dinner at the moment and then completely open. |
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300chf ain't shit to me
(07-04-2012, 07:06 PM)
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you're living my dream! always wanted to travel around a lot and stay in hostels, meeting other travelers just like this. :) i could never travel alone though, i'm way too much of a pussy. respect.
i loved ireland when i was there, even though i got STRANDED there (it was that volcano eruption that grounded flights in 2010) and had to make an epic trip back to switzerland with taxi/ferry/train/subway... :O i didn't get to see toooo much of ireland cause it was a business trip so i was mostly in and around cork. cork is a fun little city. i was lucky though, i got to take a three hour trip through the countryside which was just breathtaking. enjoy your stay there! |
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(07-04-2012, 07:08 PM)
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(07-04-2012, 08:59 PM)
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(07-04-2012, 09:10 PM)
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#280
This thread is giving me back memories from a trip to Ireland I did a few years ago. I still remember the day when Guinness became my favorite beer while visiting the Storehouse. You won't get to drink a better Guinness elsewhere :P
Putting this on my daily read list. I want to do my own long trip someday and this might give me more ideas. Bring on the pictures ! My global, to go tip : big cities are overrated, Mother Nature is where it's at ! (you should still pay them a short visit though, at least)
That's just my two cents, and I can't help you at all about England, never been there. Someone else could probably come up with a cheaper or faster solution. Good luck ! |
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(07-04-2012, 09:31 PM)
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Defeatist
(07-04-2012, 10:41 PM)
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Cool, I will be there on the 11th onwards so let me know if there is a drunken-gaf meeting to go there. spanish people (especially in pamplona) are not really good with english |
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(07-05-2012, 12:55 AM)
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Expansive Ellipses
(07-05-2012, 05:45 AM)
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Okay, so where did we leave off...
After hitting up the Guinness Storehouse and pouring a pint and seeing the view of the city, I headed back and tried to get something going at the hostel to no avail. The whole place had been taken over by a huge self-contained group of Indian men. While at the front desk trying to figure out what to do next, I came upon an Australian girl who was organizing her travel gear on the floor. We started talking, and ended up shooting the shit for a solid hour, from travel stories to The Wire. I was recommended the Musician's Bar Crawl instead of the other drinking-centric crawl I had done the night before, and after some time passed I parted ways with her and went to try to get a group together to come with me to the crawl. She told me she'd meet up with me in the common room after she took a shower. I went to the common room, and it was super loud and obnoxious Indian dudes all. They eventually left and I was alone; no crew was going to happen tonight. I waited for Aussie girl to show, but no dice, so I went to my room and changed into my night clothes and headed for the bar crawl starting point. 100% elderly. It was probably too early in the day, yet. At that point I grabbed some dinner and turned on the GAF signal to see if anyone wanted to meet up, as you can follow from the discussions here last night. Vagabundo picked a pub and I headed over. When I got there, there was no seating available at bar or table on the entire four floor establishment, so I walked around looking for something to open up when I randomly came across a girl I had met at the hostel the night before. She didn't come with for the bar crawl that day, but we had chatted a bit. She had two girlfriends with her, and I took the opportunity to break the ice while they lamented the lack of seating: "Nah, it's no problem. Watch: just get really uncomfortably close to some people -- like this -- and we'll have our seats in no time." I inched closer and closer to a couple seated bros right next to us, my junk approaching their faces. They started freaking out and almost stood up, and I turned to the ladies and noted my success and we all had a good laugh and I made a friendly apology to the guys for freaking them out. A few moments later we found seats and started hanging out as a four of us. Eventually Vagabundo found me and we all moved to a table, hung out, then when the girls had their fill of food and stouts and were leaving I got us the go ahead to come with. Thus began several more hours of bar hopping, from quiet places to ultra loud live music and everything in between, with our Dublin-GAFer recounting a great many tales both personal and of the Irish experience and culture. Turns out all the girls were staying at my hostel. I became friendly with one of initial girl's friends, we hit it off and chatted it up quite a bit over the course of the night. 2am came, and they headed back to sleep (except for initial girl who stayed to dance and talk up some guy in a suit), and as it turns out they were staying in the room a door over from mine. They all maintained their distance, though, and we parted amiably and girl #2 suggested we hang out at breakfast before I head out in the morning. I got back to my room, all of two seconds later. The room looked like some partying had happened but my five lady dormmates were nowhere to be found, so I immediately crashed, with shoes still on. Two hours later the girls all got back and woke me from my fully dressed slumber, one of them with a guy in tow, and they commented on my shoes still being on. I grogged a bit and woke up, then started a conversation with the de facto leader of the pack of Canadian 20-something ladies. First she cleared with me that I was okay with some fucking taking place between one of the dorm girls and the guy she brought; no worries. Then we started shooting the shit as everyone winded down, tired and drunk, and we talked travel and worldviews and politics and so on, and she got to hear the normal explanation about my ridiculous improbable life. Apparently that group of Indian dudes was extremely harassy and straight up grab-assing them and other girls at the hostel, and so that's why no one was hanging out in the common room for the whole day 'cept for the the dudes themselves. Assholes. She eventually got too sleepy and called it a night after a solid hour of fun conversation with me, and we noted that the hook up guy had passed out before anything happened and left the other girl awake and frustrated. His girl woke him up after a few minutes, and for her troubles she got just about 15 seconds of embarrassingly bad thrust from the guy straight into his snoring no more than 10 seconds later. Yikes! Once again, of course, I had gotten some two hours of sleep after a night of Dublin bar hopping and was then wide awake with a room full of sensible sleepy heads, so I had time to recount the evening, which I've now shared with you all. Now it's off to Galway in a a few hours. I'll try to get a couple more hours of sleep in the mean time if I'm able!
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