On our way into town today Jess and I came across a rather sketchy bike salesman. Sketchy or not his bike prices were competitive. We talked him down from 120e to 95e. It’s a decent bike with everything I was looking for; splash guards, gears, and a rear, oh and breaks. Emily would not approve, it’s another hybrid and a Giant at that. From there we went to the bike store where i bought a lock and lights for almost as much as the bike itself. But these things are a necessity, i will switch between bike and Lucas to get to work. I’m a little apprehensive about riding a bike in the city, but others do it so i should get along okay. Jess is also looking for a bike, but before she moved here she was in a bike accident and broke her collar bone!!! So if she is to find a bike it has to be a special one because she can no longer bend over to the handle bars. sucks.
After a quick stop in at Quizinos for a sub we headed further into town to see about getting our cell phones fixed. We were sent to three different shops before they were finally able to fix Jess’ phone, mine on the other had everyone said nothing was wrong with it. I hope that is true. Maybe i just needed to give it a day to activate. I hope so, I’ll just have to wait and see.
We meandered around the town for most of the day, from 2 to 6. We found our self in the Temple Bar district without knowing, but once we were there it was obvious. Temple bar is the most tourist filled area in Dublin. It is very traditional and expensive.
Overall the town is very easy to navigate. Small streets can become confusing because they don’t run parallel but once I find the river Liffy I know right where I am. It’s strange because I work on one side of town and live on the other, which is only about 2.5 miles. The central town is very small but there are no direct routes to get anywhere involves a lot of turns.
The people are nice. Everything is OK to them, no real strong opinions, the attitude of “whatever happens, happens.” I guess Dubliners (and the Irish in general) are known for not complaining. And if you do speak out you get dubbed as an American. I guess that means we American’s complain a lot.
We ended the day with stopping by the market on the way home, only to find out that the particular market did not take credit card. Putting our groceries on hold we searched for an ATM. Found one about 5 blocks away. A long walk home carrying groceries and walking my bike.
I made dinner for both ouf us, good ol’ stir-fry. The cabbage here is much tougher, i guess that’s why the boil it for so long.
Tomorrow I will set out on my bike to see if i can survive.
My feet hurt.
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