seomra spraoi

so i got a job as a roaming fundraiser. starting monday i'm one of those people that stand in the street and try to guilt you into signing up for a monthly donation to a charity. but i get to see ireland with travel and accommodation paid for, so can't complain. if it's terrible i'll just come back to dublin and start from square one.

when ya got nothin', ya got nothin' ta lose

an example of the indecisiveness of irish conversation:

"Do you want to close the window? Are you cold?"
"Well..." (shrug) "... I'm not warm either... you could close it.......

..if you want to...."

dublin har har

aahaha! i love irish accents!

istanbul not constantinople

so, we're in istanbul. i love this city. i love all the beautiful mosques, and the way they make for such a different city skyline. i love hearing the five daily calls to prayer blaring out over the city through crappy speakers. i love sitting in a tea garden with a fruit hookah and drinking apple tea for hours. i love having my fortune read from my turkish coffee dregs by our waiter, and listening to him bringing us up to date on gossip in the turkish tabloids. i love all the beautiful street cats wandering the city, and the fact that they're never underfed.

but i'm still counting the days till i get to dublin.

i really like this photograph.. this is a photo of myself, alistair, daryl and caroline in our tea garden. the photograph below that is titled "stupid tourists"

the adriatic coast OR fun with languages in croatia, montenegro, albania and greece part 1

the title pretty much says it all.. turned our little eastern european adventure into a relaxing beach holiday mmm.. although there have been some trying times involving public transport, language and currency difficulties. i may post a story titled "getting from croatia to albania by land in less than 14 hours using five different kinds of vehicle: an adventure story" or i may just leave you with the title and your imaginations.