5th and final day in Ireland

So every journey must come to a end.. All that
really happened on the final day was the journey home
and that was itself was nearly ruined by two totally
pissed up twits.

You know it isn't going to be your day when you get
to the airplane really, really early and see them in
the bar completely wasted at 10.00am in the morning.

I did, I saw both off them completely slaughtered and as
I went to the plane boarding they followed me, and I
thought to myself please, please god don't let them get on
my plane.

I'll let you guess for yourself which plane they got on.

Yep, mine.

And then spent the twenty or so minutes we got delayed
taking off being rude to a whole host off people including
the Asian looking steward that I reckon if he could
understood them probably would have taken quite
action against them.

I have nothing against people going out and having
a good drink or four but whether it is the age factor
showing or not, I don't know but it does make you
wonder whether this is a time and a place for it.

Thankfully they passed out what the plane took
off, so was left to my own devices.

I must admit in conclusion I did really enjoy
Ireland and will certainly be returning there
next year, although trying to see both lots off
my friends at once was too much considering it
took the better part off 6 hours to travel
from where Ky lived to the center off Dublin.

I've done long journeys before from Manchester
to Brighton and Bourenmouth at separate points
but this really was a long, long journey on the
thursday but it was great as it allowed me to
meet some people whom I had grown quite
close to over the past few months and years.

Something I must do again sometime.

(Picture borrowed from
http://www.anoige.ie/Editor/assets/dublin%20at%20night%201.jpg)