Migratory Byrds

Migratory Byrds

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Ireland, Part 3: Waterford to Dublin

So there we were, our little Opel Astra hire car flying down the highway, my fingers flying over the notes on my new tin whistle, and Ben's ability to concentrate flying out the window...


In the late afternoon, we arrived in Waterford, Ireland's oldest city, a port town about the size of Bundaberg. Before finding our B&B, we ducked into Waterford Crystal to check on factory tour times for the following morning. A wander through the on-site shop gave us a glimpse of the craftsmanship and extravagance we would see properly the next day.




That evening, we were warmly welcomed into a lovely hilltop B&B overlooking Waterford by an enthusiastic German lady who gave us quite a lecture on the dreadful act of booking into her B&B online, as third party websites both charge us AND take a cut of her earnings. I felt quite ashamed! :)


After some piano playing and book reading in the lounge room, we headed back into Waterford for a bit of exploring. We walked along the esplanade beside the river, found some creative graffiti on a closed up shop window (see photo below), came across a Curves gym in a deserted industrial area, and ate taco-style hot chips for tea.




The next morning, we returned to Waterford Crystal and were pleasantly surprised to be offered our tour for free, since we had been there the day before and the lady we had spoken to remembered us!


The tour was extremely interesting. We saw the red hot glass being blown and shaped, and watched a handle being attached to a jug (click here for a video). We saw designs and pictures being cut or engraved into the glass works by hand.


A man who has worked at Waterford Crystal for many years gave us a demonstration of the famous Waterford criss-cross pattern being cut into a large bowl using a fast-spinning wheel. Despite the fact that the pointed edge of the wheel cuts a deep groove into the glass in about a second, when he got one of the men on the tour to press his finger against the wheel, it didn't hurt him at all!



After the tour, we had another look through the shop, and established that the most expensive item was a crystal chandelier going for over 60,000 (i.e. >$100,000). (Of course, we were going to get it as a souvenir, but decided against it as it would be a bit bulky to take home on the plane.)


When we left Waterford early that afternoon (Tuesday), we were headed for Wexford on our coastal route back to Dublin. Along the way, however, we happened across the town of New Ross, where we found some small riverside markets and a ship from the Irish potato famine to explore...


We spontaneously joined a guided tour of the Dunbrody, a full scale replica of the original Dunbrody, which was one of many ships used during the mid-1800s to transport thousands of emigrants to America, desperate to escape the famine.


It was sobering to see the appalling living conditions endured by the steerage passengers (not that the cabin passengers had what we would call luxury)... hundreds of them in a very small dormitory-like space, confined below deck for most of the day, whole families sharing a bed, not much food, and disease and filth everywhere. Many of them died before reaching their new lives. It brings to mind the convicts' passage to Australia, yet these people were paying customers who had chosen this journey over whatever they were leaving behind... It's just impossible to imagine.




Afterwards, we walked around the centre of New Ross and checked out the shops.


We then drove all the way back to Dublin, via Wexford and Wicklow – which, despite their being points of interest on our original route plan, I really don't remember much about. Oh, we found an Alcorn Hardware store in Wicklow (closed, like the rest of the town when we were there), and Ben saved me from being hit by a car, which I was rather happy about. :)


Arriving back in Dublin that night, we found our hotel, and let's just say... we have stayed in nicer places!!!! To top off the lack of parking despite online claims to the contrary, the non-draining shower with the let's-find-the-most-random-place-and-put-the-hot-water-switch-there concept, and the missed breakfast (that one was mostly our fault), they actually charged us twice!! Still need to sort that out... :S


Anyway, on Wednesday, we spent the day touring Dublin in a double-decker, open-top bus, getting off anywhere we thought might be interesting, and waiting for the next bus to come along once we were done.




We walked through a pretty park, did some shopping, and toured the Guinness Factory (interesting self-paced tour, but a taste test confirmed the black brew is disgusting). Interesting fact about the Guinness Factory: In 1759, the man who started it all, Arthur Guinness, signed a 9,000 year lease on a disused brewery in Dublin for an initial £100 and an annual rent of £45!!! Yes, NINE THOUSAND YEARS at that rate!!!! :O We ate lunch at the top of the Factory with a stunning 360 degree view of the city.




The elderly gentleman who was our tour guide on one bus told us about Dublin's famous, probably-fictitious Molly Malone, and even recited part of the song of the same name. It's actually one of the tunes I've learnt on my tin whistle since returning home. :)


In the late afternoon, we hurriedly visited the Book of Kells and other very old books at Trinity College. This time we got in for free because we arrived 15 minutes before closing time. Perhaps there is a book waiting to be written here... “How To See Ireland For Free”!




That evening, we collected our car from the overnight parking near our hotel, and proceeded to get stuck in horrible traffic. This made our mad dash to the airport not so much a mad dash as a slow crawl of clock watching, growing panic, and reckless attempts to avoid the clogged main roads by weaving through the back streets along with all the other people with the same idea.


We eventually made it to the airport, dropped off our hire car, and sprinted to the check-in counter without a moment to spare. Flew home, etc etc.


And that was Ireland! :)

Monday, November 26, 2007

A bit of amateur drama at the Tate...

This 548 ft crack in the floor is actually a £300,000 (i.e. >$700,000) piece of modern artwork in the entrance foyer of the huge Tate Modern art gallery in London, apparently overflowing with deep meaning and symbolism regarding the state of society...





Saturday, November 24, 2007

Things I love about England: #3

...Narrow little country lanes that, should one encounter an oncoming vehicle, require one to park one's car in a hedge...

Ooh, a milestone! Just noticed this is the 50th blog entry! :D

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Lewes Bonfire Night 2007

Hello readers! Since I'm a bit behind with the blog updates and continue to accumulate more adventures and anecdotes whilst being too busy to write about all the old ones, I'm aiming to tell you all about the Lewes Bonfire Night on November 5th in only 20 minutes before hitting the sack!


Here are some memories from the night...


  • Sharon, Ben and I watching the parade, knowing that Trev (having arrived separately by train), Judy and Heather were only a block or two away, but not being able to reach them due to the 40000 people between us and them...
  • The street being so packed that at any one time there were five people touching me, and people shoving past behind us constantly, even though the announcer and police kept saying not to follow the parade because it was too crowded further down the street (where Trev, Judy and Heather were!)...

  • Thousands of flaming-torch-bearing marchers wearing various elaborate costumes (eg. Victorian era, Zulu, Indian, Shrek characters...) or the horizontal striped jumpers that show which fireworks society they belong to...

  • Burning barrels being pulled along the street...

  • Discarded torches lying in the gutters, still alight...

  • Marching bands...

  • Enormous effigies being rolled down the street to later be blown up during the fireworks displays... for example, the Beatles and a policeman...

  • The crowd yelling “burn him, burn him” as some of the effigies (particularly Guy Fawkes) went past... the people carrying them sometimes obligingly lighting the fuse to set off a string of crackers around the figure...

  • Crackers going off constantly... when they were further down the street, we could hear the bangs and see the flashes of light... when they were on the street in front of us, we would squint our eyes, cover our ears, and hope none of the burning bits landed on us...

  • The constant thought of what Australian Health and Safety would think of all this!!...
  • Meeting up with the others later and going to the home of one of our older Lewes friends (where Judy and Heather were staying) for some soup and hot drinks...

  • Heading out again to watch the fireworks displays staged around the town by the six or so fireworks societies...

  • Somehow losing Sharon, Judy and Heather, and Trev leading Ben and I on a wild goose chase so extensive that we only found them at the top of a hill overlooking the town 10 minutes before it was all over...

  • Watching the fireworks from a hillside cul de sac on the way to finding the others... seeing one lot in the distance, and watching another lot through the gaps between the houses beside us...

  • The most amazing fireworks displays I've ever seen in my life...

  • The biggest fireworks exploding across the whole sky above us, the embers drifting slowly down, looking like golden rain... and two glowing droplets of it landing right beside me.


All in all, it was a lovely evening despite the cold, crowd, and sore feet!


Click here for a video of the first part of the street parade we saw.


Click here for a video of the street parade later on... watch out for the Shrek characters, stripey jumpers, burning barrels, and cries of “burn him!” near the end.


Click here for a video of some crackers going off in front of us.


Click here for a video of the beautiful fireworks... look for the ones that explode into concentric circles of different colours (about halfway through)!


Enjoy! And now, goodnight!


PS. This did take a little more than 20 minutes... :P

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Where there's smoke there's fire...

Hi all! Today I went to London for my Accounting exam. I was up at 5:23am (i.e. after 8 minutes of snooze time following the first alarm) and on a train at 6:49am!

The journey to my exam location was in three stages - train to London bridge, underground to Canning Town, then another underground to Cyprus, where my exam was held at the Docklands campus of the University of East London (although my studies are through USQ). It was the first time I have ever travelled alone on public transport (here or anywhere), so I was more worried about losing my way than I was about the actual exam!!

All in all, the trip to my exam was quite smooth and relatively uneventful. At one stage we stopped in a tunnel because there was an abandoned backpack at the next station, but it must have been ok because we soon continued on our way.

The exam itself, which started at 9:15am, went very well. This is very lucky considering I looked at 6 of the 12 course modules FOR THE FIRST TIME in the last fortnight, and the majority of those only in the last few days. Oh, and those 6 modules made up more than 80 of the 100 marks on the exam, which accounts for 70% of my overall course grade... Thank goodness for a very clear exam outline provided by the lecturer ("Question 1 will cover X from Module Y and will be worth 15 marks" etc), which I would have been lost without!

When I left the uni on the train, a very large, very ominous-looking plume of dark grey smoke could be seen billowing up from a few miles away and slowly drifting across the sky. People on the train were actually talking about it - which shows how serious this was, as talking on trains is highly unfashionable here (as is smiling, being caught looking at someone, etc).

It turns out that the fire was in a unused warehouse near the 2012 London Olympics construction site. Apparently there were tyres in there, which helps explain the colour of the smoke! This was announced on one of my later trains, as the smoke could still be seen from all over London, but I couldn't really hear the announcement so I didn't know what it was until I got home and looked it up. Thankfully no one was injured, but I imagine the firefighters (75 of them!) are still at work even as I write this. Apparently the fire brigade was called at 12:06pm - only a few minutes before I left the uni and saw the smoke! Click here for a BBC article about the fire. Below are a couple of photos I took from the train window...


Anyway, due to unrelated train delays and shopping/squirrel sidetracks on my walk from the train station to home, I didn't get home until 3:30pm, four hours after my exam finished!

Quite an eventful day, all things considered! Ben's first exam was on Thursday last week, and the most interesting thing that happened to him was that he missed his stop on the trip home because he was so diligently studying for his next exam, which is on Thursday this week! (I only had one exam so right now I am enjoying the sensations of great relief and freedom!) Wish him luck - and better train-location-awareness! :)

Bye for now!

Friday, November 9, 2007

Ireland, Part 2: kicking back in Kilkenny

Hello one and all! I'm back with the next installment of adventures down Irish highways and byways! To spare you from waiting in traffic jams for ages, I'll zoom an hour or so ahead of where my last installment ended...


So there we were, cruising down the highway from Dublin to Kilkenny, admiring the scenic countryside and quaint buildings, when we decided it was high time for some lunch. We tried searching for nearby restaurants using TomTom, but soon learnt that we would have to do it the old fashioned way, as all Tommy could tell us was the location of every MacDonalds from there to Timbuktu (and one lonely Abrakebabra)!


We chose a random exit and came upon a delightful little town that we never did find out the name of. We then thoroughly enjoyed what was probably the most delicious meal of our time in Ireland, at a restaurant that had a small cloth “ghost” travelling intermittently back and forth above the bar by means of an electric pulley system. The meal consisted of a wedge of deep fried crumbed brie with berry compote and salad, and roast turkey and ham with gravy and veggies. There were also quite a number of other Halloween decorations scattered around, which led directly to us striking up a conversation with an older couple that were exiting at the same time as us. We stood and chatted to them for a little while about where we're from, where we were going etc, and they told us that Kilkenny is one of their favourite towns. They also told us that Irish people are the friendliest in the world – a cause that they were certainly doing their bit to further! After this pleasant interlude, we then continued on our way.


Further into our journey, we passed through another little town (also nameless in our memories!) that had a massive old church ruin just perched beside the road in a totally nonchalant manner. We are blown away by how many times we see things like that over here... things that in Australia would be Heritage-listed, roped off, covered in explanatory plaques, and would require payment to see! We fueled up from the servo across the road, so afterwards we just walked right in through the open gate set into the roofless old stone walls and proceeded to explore. There wasn't another person to be seen, although there were piles of rubbish in one nook that indicated the local kids may hang out there with their fast food of an evening. But what an awesomely random find – I'll leave it to our photos to convey the rest!


Upon our late afternoon arrival in Kilkenny, we successfully located our pre-booked B&B, only to find it quite empty of welcoming hosts and with the following pink post-it note stuck to the door: “Mr Bord, will you please call next door to Breagagh View for accommodation”. As it turns out, our original host was on holiday in Spain, and his usual helper lady was unavailable, so it was fortunate indeed that the B&B right next door was happy to put us up for the night! After a short period of settling in, we set off into the town centre for some nighttime wandering.


What a lovely town! It was my favourite of all the places we stayed on the trip. After a walk through some quaint streets, we crossed a bridge over the River Nore and saw the imposing Kilkenny Castle across the water, white swans sliding elegantly through its reflection. Trying to capture this gorgeous scene in a photograph proved quite impossible. As visiting the castle seems to be one of the top 3 touristy things to do in Kilkenny, we later walked around to its front entrance to find out about tour times for the next day. We also came across a local folk band called Uisce Beatha playing live, and stopped to listen for a while – three young guys on guitars and one playing a bodhran, which is a traditional Irish drum. They were very good, and even played some Johnny Cash amongst the Irish tunes!




The next day, we slept in quite late and then checked out of the B&B and set off into town. Oh, we also met a nice American family at the B&B – the lady was in Ireland for a pharmaceutical conference, her dentist husband and two amusing children in tow. They were going to do a castle tour that day as well, and the little boy observed over breakfast that while he had seen plenty of suits of armour before, he had never seen a moving one. We didn't come across any during our tour (moving or otherwise), so I hope he wasn't too disappointed!


Before our tour started, we looked through a few shops and explored the Kilkenny Design Centre and the gardens of the stately Butler House (vine-covered house below) across the road from the castle.




We then joined our tour group and had a very educational tour of the castle for the next three quarters of an hour. The castle dates back to Strongbow in 1172 and has a very interesting history involving Dukes, Earls, close ties with the English royal family, wars, invasions, etc etc – we heard all about it during the tour, but I can't remember it all so if you're interested, click here for Wikipedia's version of events!


The last owner sold the castle to the Castle Restoration Committee for £50 in 1967, neglected and literally falling apart, and since then there has been a massive amount of very impressive restoration work that was going on even while we were walking through the rooms. They have gone to great lengths to track down and buy back the furniture and portraits that were auctioned off by the 1935 owners, build more cabinets exactly like the one that remained in the library, copy the exact print of the bright gold wallpaper using sections of it that had been preserved behind furniture, get carpet made by the London company that still held the original pattern, and so on! The only photos I took (as I wasn't meant to take any) were of the final room. This has only a third of so of the portraits that were originally on its walls, but I think you'll agree it is very very impressive!




After our tour, we did some more shopping and then had lunch at a rather quirky establishment that had a dented tuba hanging from the wall over our heads, and various other musical instruments mounted here and there. After lunch, we found a little music store on a side street and I decided to buy a few bits and pieces.


This was the point at which we realised that the plastic bag containing my pre-lunch shopping outcomes must have been left behind in the large department store we had just been to. Ben went back to have a look but returned empty-handed. This was a little saddening as, while I had spent only a few dollars, one item was irreplaceable: an old book of Irish songs that I had purchased at an op shop and wanted to learn on the tin whistle I was about to buy!


So anyway, I bought the tin whistle, an instructional CD for it, and a white guitar pick with a green shamrock on it (shamrock = three-leafed clover; traditional Irish symbol). By the way, I dug the guitar pick out of a jar full of various pick designs, thinking to myself “what a great, unique Irish souvenir” (not to mention cheap and almost weightless)... and then turned it over and saw “made in Australia” printed on the back. Ah, I love those authentic travel experiences!


Afterwards, we went back to the department store again and this time found the bag at Lost and Found, so I was very pleased about that! We then drove around Kilkenny a little more, saw the Black Abbey (another local landmark) from the car windows, squeezed through some alleyways barely wider than our vehicle, and set off for our next destination: Waterford!


Ben was pleased to be entertained by my tin whistle attempts for a substantial portion of the journey – after all, it's not every day one can drive through Ireland accompanied by live Irish music in one's front seat. Even if it did sound uncannily like grade 5 recorder lessons.


But alas, that brings me to the end of this chapter! Until next time! ox

Sunday, November 4, 2007

The new "Monopoly Here and Now" board!

We think this is pretty cool! The cities that made it onto the new board were determined via votes at the company's website. No sign of Crawley, but check it out!...

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Ireland, Part 1: dramas and dilemmas in Dublin

Hellooo readers! Here it is, finally – the first installment of our adventures in Ireland!


As I write this, sitting on our lounge room couch, I can hear fireworks constantly whizzing, popping and crackling in the distance, and earlier we could see some from our window. It's almost Guy Fawke's Night and fireworks are on sale in the supermarkets here, so we've been treated to spontaneous neighbourhood pyrotechnics displays on a few nights recently!


Anyway, back to Saturday night last week...


After spending the day relaxing and packing (and, in my case, going shopping for Ben's birthday presents), we took a taxi to Gatwick Airport in plenty of time for our 8pm flight to Dublin. It was a RyanAir flight – which, let me just mention, gives quite a different feel to the start of a holiday to, say, an Emirates or Singapore Airlines flight!!! But it was cheap and we lived to tell the tale, so no matter!


Upon our arrival in Dublin, we collected the keys for our pre-arranged hire car from the Avis counter in the airport, and made our way out into the chilly night air to our little red Opel Corsa. This is the point at which the first unforeseen and slightly inconvenient dilemma manifested itself – just what you've been waiting for, I'm sure! We do seem to have a few of them... :S


Well, we switched on TomTom, our handy little GPS buddy, only to find that all of our POIs (points of interest) were, erm, not there. These included the locations of our pre-booked accommodation for three of the four nights, the location of the meeting the next morning, etc etc. Ben had pinpointed the POIs for our trip using a Google Maps feature, but had not had a chance to check before we left that the download to Tommy had been successful... ah, hindsight! Anyway, this isn't the last you'll hear of this particular dilemma, but we'll move on for the time being. Thankfully, spending the night trying to find a comfortable sleeping position in the car was avoided, as we also had print-outs of our accommodation details.


After having tea at an Apache Pizza franchise near the airport, we stayed the night at a nice little B&B in Dublin. We arrived so late that we were still awake when the clocks ticked their way into Ben's birthday on Sunday, so he was pretty happy to be spending his birthday on holiday in Ireland!


The next morning, another slightly distressing situation presented itself: I realised I had left my hairbrush behind! We didn't even have a comb between us! Anyone who knows what my hair looks like when I wake up, and what it needs to look like a couple of hours later for the meeting, will understand why this was an issue requiring immediate attention. After our scrumptious home cooked Irish breakfast, we asked our helpful host whether any potential hairbrush-selling outlets were nearby. Her response indicated that most shops opened at 11am, perhaps making it slightly difficult to have my hair behaving nicely by 10:30am. However, following her directions, we found a nice little EuroSpar nearby that was open early AND sold hairbrushes with enough fortitude to tackle the task ahead (fortitude: “strength and endurance in a difficult or painful situation" (for the brush, not me!) -http://encarta.msn.com/dictionary_/fortitude.html).


We then checked out of the B&B and set off for the meeting. Now, this is a very long story so I will do my best to make it short-ish...


One, we didn't have the POI in Tommy. Two, the piece of paper with the address, phone number and directions was sitting uselessly in our flat back home. Three, when we took Ben's temporary international SIM card out of his phone and put his usual SIM card back in to get the phone number from his “recent calls” list (as he had spoken to them the day before), the removal of the SIM card had wiped all recent calls from the phone's memory! And four, I had had nothing whatsoever to do with these arrangements, so could not come to the rescue by freakishly remembering the address or directions. Again, HINDSIGHT!!!!!!


All he remembered was the name of the suburb, and that the house was located at “The Briars”. He remembered the lady telling him over the phone that there was no house number, and he vaguely recalled that the directions she had given him had included “second on the left”. The previous night, he had located The Briars on Tommy in the given suburb, and thought the layout of the streets within the complex was as he remembered it from doing the Google POIs. So, we arrived around 10:10am, feeling quite calm and confident that we had found our way to the right place.


Well. We tried following the directions he thought he remembered. Nope, none of the houses that were second on the left on any of the streets in the complex looked at all welcoming. However, lots of them DID have Halloween decorations on display, so our endeavours were witnessed by many a skeleton and large hairy spider entwined in excessive amounts of fluffy white web. We tried parking in the entrance of the complex and watching for people arriving. Nope, no one. Then we knocked on a few doors when it was almost starting time... probably about 8 of the 80 or so houses to choose from. Of those people who were home, no one knew anything. So we walked and drove around a bit, listening. Still nothin'! Then we sat and read for an hour or so before watching for people leaving. Still no luck!!!! And so, at a quarter to 12, we meandered back into Dublin.


We were later told by the friend who gave us these people's address that their house is the only house at the Briars. Hence why it doesn't have a number. Hmmm. I suppose, despite all our careful planning and organising, it could have been possible that were were at the wrong Briars...??!!


We also later learnt that the meeting is usually from 11 to 12. Ok, the rest of it might have been avoidable, but we definitely didn't know that!!


On our way back into Dublin, we stopped to take photos, follow interesting signs, explore interesting-looking side roads, and drive over large bridges that turn out to be someone's driveway and end up at their house.


We then stopped for a look at Swords Castle in Dublin – which we had passed on our way through the city that morning, and resolved to return to – and had a wander through the peaceful park beside it.


After that, we set off for Kilkenny, the location of Sunday night's B&B... if only we could ever get through all the banked-up cars and inching-along traffic to get out of Dublin, that is!


But, despite not having got very far into this story at all, I really should be off to bed, so I'll leave you in anticipation until the next installment – which I promise will be much closer to drama-free!!!


Goodnight!


PS. Are there more than four people still reading this? We'd love some more comments! :)


PPS. We would also like to thank Lincoln and Jynni for funding much of our Irish holiday with the Euros they gave us for a wedding present. These had been living in my wallet waiting for an opportunity to be spent, as per L&J's instructions that they weren't to be exchanged, banked, used as uneven-table-leg-proppers, etc. Thanks again!!!

Thursday, November 1, 2007