I am writing from the Isaac Hostel in Dublin where we arrived this morning at 7 o'clock....it has been quite a long day: at 6 a m we were on saddle to get out of the airport and reach Dublin, but let me tell you the full story:
We found a driver to cruise us to the airport...the good Seba loaded the bike in the trunk of his truck and we arrived to Treviso...at 4 pm while the plane was at 8.30...eventually delayed to 8.44..we helped to clean the airport hall, but it was a pleasent waiting...
After the flight...our room was booked and clean: a full furnished floor at the Dublin Airport, where a group of jugglers was also staying...result: I felt like in a circus...only lions and elephants were missing!
At the weak-up call, no coffee and croissant, but the face of a policeman telling us it was time to get off the airport, because shops were opening, and no backpackers were allowed. No problems...at the early light of the Irish morning we were outside opening the boxes (no damages at the bikes), fixing the different parts of the vehicles, et voila...riding! few km to the downtown, no problems of directions, cycle paths perfect....just some rain but acceptable.
It is difficult to get back to the cycling rhythm. while Mauro goes on like a tank..I have to double check everything twice or three times,...always with the fear of forgetting something somewhere...well perfectly in Andrea's style I would say...I will get used to it, or better, Mauro will get used to it :)
The day was spent visiting the town, buying tickets for the ferry to Holyhead (tmrw), dreaming about the evening's Guinness which is waiting for us in a pub (I am not a big Guinnes fan, but it is compulsory, they say, so I will adapt to this situation!) and sleeping some minutes in the St Patrick Cathedral park....total km of this prologue were 40...which is not bad considering the 3 hours sleep of the night...
Now is time to look for a place to eat, so wish me good luck and have a good evening!