I stayed in the hostel and then a riot broke out right in front of our hostel/ down the street. Not to worry, only fruit and some windows were damaged. But I knew I had to get out of the area quick. Thank goodness I booked a train ride and ferry to Dublin.
This morning I woke up at 7 and headed for the bus at 7:20. I made it to Kings Cross at 8, but guess what, I was at the wrong station. So I had to walk 10 minutes to the right station and guess what? My train was delayed. But once I got on, it was about a 3 hour ride. After that, I had to take a bus to get down to my ferry (Which was amazing..the ferry, not the bus ride). The ferry was about 2 hours, so after that we had to take a bus to get into Dublin (SO thankful that I had leftover Euros from my previous trip because I didn't take any money out yet), after the bus dropped us off...I got COMPLETELY lost. I ended up taking out money and getting a taxi to the area I was staying in. I say area because the driver didn't know where the hostel was, so he let me out in the area. I managed to find it and once I got to my hostel (holy huge and hip and clean) I checked my computer, saw I had a message from some friends from Winona that I was meeting up with and headed out to meet them. I magically found the Church Bar (the place we were meeting)-- I have no idea how. And they kindly let me eat some of there food, gave me maps, and walked me home. I'm exhausted and thankful.
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| My hostel in London. I had the bottom bunk. |
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| So long, London |
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