“Fabulous place, Dublin is. The trouble is, you work hard and in Dublin you play hard as well.” – Bonnie Tyler
How appropriate to do a pub crawl in the land of pubs. Dublin.
After missing the Guinness Factory from strolling and wandering too much after the tour, we popped into a tea shop in Temple Bar. Yes, I drank tea in Dublin… but managed to miss the experience in London. This is pretty much how things have gone for me. 😉 The tea shop was one of those great small nook places that you just wander into and stay a while. Like many of the shops around here, it’s a very small little store front, but once you enter you see it goes deep to the back or upstairs, or twists around to the side. We spent some time in here relaxing and generally thawing out before starting our pub crawl.
We later made our way to The Purty Kitchen to begin our evening. Enjoying a couple of beers, chatting with locals and other pub crawlers, we soon made the acquaintance of a couple older men, one from Dublin the other from Belfast. They were a good time, telling us stories about Ireland, the army, and plenty of good ol’ teasing about the Brits… and the Americans which are essentially “Europe’s rejects, because all the true Europeans stayed.” 🙂 There was plenty of this teasing and bantering. While we were sitting there, drinking our beers at the bars, yukking it up, a hen party dressed as 50’s show girls came in, followed later by a completely separate stag party of guys dressed in creepy, full black body suits that covered their faces. They only had white gloves, red ties, and hats, but their faces were all blacked out from the fabric. A bit unsettling… and well, really, a tight fabric body suit boys?? Perhaps this is why they had their faces covered. It caught your attention that was for sure. The topper was the groom was wearing a flattering pink body suit with a glittered DUREX sign on his chest, complete with a tutu. I continued to see costumed British stag parties around Europe. They really do it big… and random!
Through the night, we made our way around the twists and bends of streets and alleyways in the lively Temple Bar neighborhood to multiple pubs. The streets were crowded and it felt like a festival or street party with happy, rowdy, and laughing party-goers all over. I imagine it is like this every weekend considering there was no special occasion this night. What a great place! It was a long night with new friends, lots of smiles and loads of beer. That night back in the dorm, our entire room stayed up for ages cracking jokes, telling stories, and laughing. I desperately wish we had more time in Dublin… not only because we have a very early flight in the morning to London.
Two hours of sleep had to suffice.