Chaos Reigns
Friday, August 25th, 2006I left Doolin in a whirl. Guests clinging to the coat tails of my imaginary coat, asking: Where can I buy food? Why isnt the internet working? How many fingers am I holding behind my back? Obviously I should have worn my invisible coat instead – (thats the one that makes me invisible – aka Frodos elf coat, NOT the one I’d picked up in a hurry, that just makes it look like Im not actually wearing a coat)
The bus driver told me off for trying to flag down the bus. Trying and succeeding to flag down the bus that is. Why didnt he just not stop if he didnt want to pick me up? I think maybe he just didnt like my coat – he was definitely a coat-ist. And the kind who pretend they’re not really a coatist, yes, they like all sorts of clothing they say, when really they think their coats are much better than yours. The worst kind.
That night I stayed in Galway at the usually decent Barnacles hostel, yet this night was to be an exception as one fellow room mate insisted on opening the window to let the noise from the raging party street below drill its way into my usually quiet enough head.
I closed the window when I went in the room.
She opened it when she left the room.
I closed it when she wasnt looking.
Alas to be awoken in the middle of the night when she snuck up and opened it again.
Yes it was hot inside but heat isnt loud, so heat is my friend. I considered a window tug of war but didnt know my opponent well enough to be sure that she wouldnt consider pushing me out the window during our duel – she could have been a window pusher for all I knew.
Next morning I dragged myself out of bed at the unseemly hour of 8am in order to catch the 9am bus to Dublin to begin my dash through Belgium and Amsterdam. Blurry eyed and bung-legged, I walked through town to the City Link bus stop outside the tourist office. Or what I thought was the city link bus stop. At five past nine when the bus hadnt arrived and the tourist office had just opened, I enquired inside as to the bus which, as stated on the timetable outside, leaves from ‘outside the tourist office’….
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Em