Being a pennyless student, it is pretty much a given that I am a) scum of the universe and b) can't afford to go on holiday (apparently being a student means one long holiday- now I beg to differ, sort of).
Well to 'stick one to the man' (or whatever the phrase is) we found a dirt cheap flight to my friend Padraic's home country of Ireland. Now he would be the first to say don't go to Dublin: in a similar way probably bares no resemblance to the 'real' Ireland, as London does to England.
But, being tax dodging geniuses, Johanna found them via Ryanair (ok, there's a good chance we will crash on the way) for $0.00 (sorry have an American computer and no pound sign). The only thing that cost us were taxes and credit/debit card charge, so a whopping total of 32 quid for both of us, everything included (in terms of flight).
I feel slightly embarrassed to say I've never been to Ireland, but I'm allowed to be let off as I'm English: meaning I am completely ignorant of 'foreign' things, think the shit-hole that is England is in some way a good place to live, that curry is an Indian dish and Carling is a real beer.
Of course, I'm joking and have no excuses. Trust me, English people don't generally have 'beefs' with other UK countries and Ireland; more that being English means they all hate us.....I don't blame them.
I might have to go over there and put on my best Irish accent, start talking about me lucky charms and fecking tings.....yes I am cultured, honest.
Although we may not experience 'true' Ireland, we'll get a taste at least. As Ryanair fly in to fields in random hamlets or villages, claiming to be 'Dublin airport' probably is closer to Wales than Ireland in reality. Hopefully we'll get rescued by some locals (who won't recognise where I'm from- I have Johanna with me and I can pretend to be Swedish. It's easy really: I just have to grunt lots and say mmm every other sentence....sorted), get a little Irish roof over our head and a nice cold Guinness.....oh stereotypes, don't you just love them?
Well to 'stick one to the man' (or whatever the phrase is) we found a dirt cheap flight to my friend Padraic's home country of Ireland. Now he would be the first to say don't go to Dublin: in a similar way probably bares no resemblance to the 'real' Ireland, as London does to England.
But, being tax dodging geniuses, Johanna found them via Ryanair (ok, there's a good chance we will crash on the way) for $0.00 (sorry have an American computer and no pound sign). The only thing that cost us were taxes and credit/debit card charge, so a whopping total of 32 quid for both of us, everything included (in terms of flight).
I feel slightly embarrassed to say I've never been to Ireland, but I'm allowed to be let off as I'm English: meaning I am completely ignorant of 'foreign' things, think the shit-hole that is England is in some way a good place to live, that curry is an Indian dish and Carling is a real beer.
Of course, I'm joking and have no excuses. Trust me, English people don't generally have 'beefs' with other UK countries and Ireland; more that being English means they all hate us.....I don't blame them.
I might have to go over there and put on my best Irish accent, start talking about me lucky charms and fecking tings.....yes I am cultured, honest.
Although we may not experience 'true' Ireland, we'll get a taste at least. As Ryanair fly in to fields in random hamlets or villages, claiming to be 'Dublin airport' probably is closer to Wales than Ireland in reality. Hopefully we'll get rescued by some locals (who won't recognise where I'm from- I have Johanna with me and I can pretend to be Swedish. It's easy really: I just have to grunt lots and say mmm every other sentence....sorted), get a little Irish roof over our head and a nice cold Guinness.....oh stereotypes, don't you just love them?
