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returned from the West
Jul. 19th, 2008 11:08 amWe are returned, packed (eventually) like sardines into one of BoggerAir's¹ 737-800s yesterday evening from Shannon to Bristol.
What is there to say? It was the West of Ireland, there was Weather, there were ferry trips to islands, the impacted tar and dead nanites clagging the lungs of my soul were blown away; maybe only for a short while, but blown away they were and are for now.
I may write more later (though likely not) but highlights?
» It's Ireland! People talk to one another as they pass in the street. Without blinding myself to its downsides (though the Church seems to loom now less than ever), on a day-to-day level there's much to be said for living in a country where people aren't all thrussened up as they are here.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ramtops and I would move tomorrow if only the idiot tax would oblige.
» A (too short) day walking around Inishbofin. We've said this before, but next time we will stay there at least one night so we don't have to think about ferry leaving time as the afternoon progresses.
» Staying again at Rosleague Manor which, though the food wasn't quite up to the standards of last time and the rebuilt conservatory isn't perhaps as friendly as it was, still served me my best meal of the trip and was a wonderful base for the three nights we were there.
» The Blue Nile in Galway! That was, after all, our reason and excuse for going in the first place, and a very fine gig it was too. Paul's voice seems to get a little more fragile every time we hear them, but more poignant with it. The Radisson's ballroom is an odd venue, but it was packed, friendly and enthusiastic, and seated where we were (seating was unassigned, andramtops picked the best possible place just behind and to the left of the desk), we probably had the best sound in the house. Not that Nile gigs ever have bad sound, of course.
Photos will follow, when I've extracted, processed and uploaded those few that might be worth the attention.
Lowlights? We've both been bitten (of course), the aforementioned airline, and the horror that's "electronic stabilisers" on the Aran Direct ferry to Inis Mór: replacing natural movement with the waves with a complex, non-periodic lurch and judder is not an improvement and made that journey something to be endured, when the sea trip is something I've always looked forward to (whatever the state of the sea).
As usual, I'm going to make little if any attempt to catch up with LJ or other blogs; if there's anything you think I'd want to, or should, see from the last week, please let me know.
¹ HTT toianmcdonald - it could perhaps be said though, that by making the process of flying as vile and miserable as it could be (thus discouraging their transportees from enduring it again), and by packing their tin cans full to brimming with presumed human bodies (and so minimising per-capita resource usage and environmental impact), they might actually in some way be to be commended. It wouldn't be said by me, however.
What is there to say? It was the West of Ireland, there was Weather, there were ferry trips to islands, the impacted tar and dead nanites clagging the lungs of my soul were blown away; maybe only for a short while, but blown away they were and are for now.
I may write more later (though likely not) but highlights?
» It's Ireland! People talk to one another as they pass in the street. Without blinding myself to its downsides (though the Church seems to loom now less than ever), on a day-to-day level there's much to be said for living in a country where people aren't all thrussened up as they are here.
ramtops and I would move tomorrow if only the idiot tax would oblige.» A (too short) day walking around Inishbofin. We've said this before, but next time we will stay there at least one night so we don't have to think about ferry leaving time as the afternoon progresses.
» Staying again at Rosleague Manor which, though the food wasn't quite up to the standards of last time and the rebuilt conservatory isn't perhaps as friendly as it was, still served me my best meal of the trip and was a wonderful base for the three nights we were there.
» The Blue Nile in Galway! That was, after all, our reason and excuse for going in the first place, and a very fine gig it was too. Paul's voice seems to get a little more fragile every time we hear them, but more poignant with it. The Radisson's ballroom is an odd venue, but it was packed, friendly and enthusiastic, and seated where we were (seating was unassigned, and
ramtops picked the best possible place just behind and to the left of the desk), we probably had the best sound in the house. Not that Nile gigs ever have bad sound, of course.Photos will follow, when I've extracted, processed and uploaded those few that might be worth the attention.
Lowlights? We've both been bitten (of course), the aforementioned airline, and the horror that's "electronic stabilisers" on the Aran Direct ferry to Inis Mór: replacing natural movement with the waves with a complex, non-periodic lurch and judder is not an improvement and made that journey something to be endured, when the sea trip is something I've always looked forward to (whatever the state of the sea).
As usual, I'm going to make little if any attempt to catch up with LJ or other blogs; if there's anything you think I'd want to, or should, see from the last week, please let me know.
¹ HTT to
ianmcdonald - it could perhaps be said though, that by making the process of flying as vile and miserable as it could be (thus discouraging their transportees from enduring it again), and by packing their tin cans full to brimming with presumed human bodies (and so minimising per-capita resource usage and environmental impact), they might actually in some way be to be commended. It wouldn't be said by me, however.
