Well we made it through the night in the airport, which I consider a success. Our flight was at 6:30am and since we spent the night in the airport we got up at about 5:30 to head through security. So continuing with the strangeness of this already dodgy airport, the security here was unlike anything I've ever encountered.
As usual we were required to take out/off any laptops, liquids, boots, and coats however, upon reaching the front of the line (already completely dismantled and prepared to go through the line), the security woman informs us that we have the "wrong" kind of plastic ziplock bag. I was unaware that there was a "wrong" kind of plastic bag to put my shampoo in.. but according to them my regular gallon size ziplock bag that I've used for ALL of my other flights is not going to work. Instead they insist that we go buy the special plastic bags from the little store. SO while Chiarra went to buy the plastic bags I continued through security with all of our stuff.
The reason that this plastic bag fiasco is entertaining is the fact that there are two girls in line in front of us that have the same problem, but are seriously struggling. They get scolded for not having the right type, then return after buying the right ones, and then are told on the other end of security that they are only allowed one little bag per person. This presents a drama because the bags are about sandwich sized.. and the girls had way too much stuff to fit and because of this the security guard was literally holding their lotions and potions hostage. He wouldn't even let them touch their things to choose which ones they wanted to take with them, and just kept yelling "NO ONLY ONE BAG PER PERSON.. NO THAT CANT FIT.. NO YOU CANT SWITCH, THAT ONE WON'T FIT, NO, NO, NO!" I was fairly certain a brawl was about to break out.
Finally we made it to our plane, where we met a nice Irish woman named Sheila, who (like us) was complaining about the "uneducated little trolls that are given security badges and told they have power" and who just happens to be the Director at Yellowstone Communications Design in Dublin (we'll return to her later)
Three hours later we reached Dublin!!
We dropped off our stuff and began our journey. Mostly we just wandered the city, we walked past the Dublin Castle, and St. Patricks Cathedral which we actually went in and was gorgeous, although hard to completely appreciate due to the fact that we've been in the Sevilla Cathedral which is hands down the most amazing cathedral I've ever seen.
Then we headed towards the river and the O2 Convention Center. This is where we return to Sheila. This morning, she told us that her company had bought about twelve tickets to a large cultural event for tonight, and two of the tickets (about 20 euros each) were never claimed and that if we wanted she would leave them at the call desk for us, so of course we took her up on this offer. Although we were unsure what we were getting into, we didn't have any other plans and figured that it would be a cool experience. Little did we know that this event called Dublin Swell was one of the largest cultural events in Ireland.. no.. seriously.. the President of Ireland was there. It was just a four hour mash up of famous Irish singers, poets, and writers doing their thing. A-MA-ZING.
Then it was home to get some sleep for the next adventure!
As usual we were required to take out/off any laptops, liquids, boots, and coats however, upon reaching the front of the line (already completely dismantled and prepared to go through the line), the security woman informs us that we have the "wrong" kind of plastic ziplock bag. I was unaware that there was a "wrong" kind of plastic bag to put my shampoo in.. but according to them my regular gallon size ziplock bag that I've used for ALL of my other flights is not going to work. Instead they insist that we go buy the special plastic bags from the little store. SO while Chiarra went to buy the plastic bags I continued through security with all of our stuff.
The reason that this plastic bag fiasco is entertaining is the fact that there are two girls in line in front of us that have the same problem, but are seriously struggling. They get scolded for not having the right type, then return after buying the right ones, and then are told on the other end of security that they are only allowed one little bag per person. This presents a drama because the bags are about sandwich sized.. and the girls had way too much stuff to fit and because of this the security guard was literally holding their lotions and potions hostage. He wouldn't even let them touch their things to choose which ones they wanted to take with them, and just kept yelling "NO ONLY ONE BAG PER PERSON.. NO THAT CANT FIT.. NO YOU CANT SWITCH, THAT ONE WON'T FIT, NO, NO, NO!" I was fairly certain a brawl was about to break out.
Finally we made it to our plane, where we met a nice Irish woman named Sheila, who (like us) was complaining about the "uneducated little trolls that are given security badges and told they have power" and who just happens to be the Director at Yellowstone Communications Design in Dublin (we'll return to her later)
Three hours later we reached Dublin!!
We dropped off our stuff and began our journey. Mostly we just wandered the city, we walked past the Dublin Castle, and St. Patricks Cathedral which we actually went in and was gorgeous, although hard to completely appreciate due to the fact that we've been in the Sevilla Cathedral which is hands down the most amazing cathedral I've ever seen.
Then we headed towards the river and the O2 Convention Center. This is where we return to Sheila. This morning, she told us that her company had bought about twelve tickets to a large cultural event for tonight, and two of the tickets (about 20 euros each) were never claimed and that if we wanted she would leave them at the call desk for us, so of course we took her up on this offer. Although we were unsure what we were getting into, we didn't have any other plans and figured that it would be a cool experience. Little did we know that this event called Dublin Swell was one of the largest cultural events in Ireland.. no.. seriously.. the President of Ireland was there. It was just a four hour mash up of famous Irish singers, poets, and writers doing their thing. A-MA-ZING.
Then it was home to get some sleep for the next adventure!
Picture of the day 1: beautiful St. Patricks Cathedral
Picture of the day 2: The O2 Convention Center where Dublin Swell was held
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