Long trip to Shannon

Never ever take the Dublin to Chicago Airlingus Flight 92.

This Christmas I and the wife decided to save some time, I’ve been working in Dublin this fall, and the idea of driving to Cork to pickup the wife and drive to Shannon to catch flight 92 seemed too much work. So the wife took the train to Dublin, and we would catch the flight at Dublin after a short taxi ride. Knowing that we needed to get to the checkin early, I got us to the airport with three hours till the flight. Waiting in the nearly empty queue, watching a thousand others in their queues, I thought I was smart. We checked in with ease, and then spent the next two and half hours waiting on a plane arriving thirty minutes late. No bother we got on the plane for a thirty minute flight to Shannon, where we were instructed to deplane for an hour trip through customs.

We could have slept in and driven to Shannon and had a good lunch in less time then we wasted in Dublin. Take a bus, drive yourself, if you have to go through Shannon customs just to get to the U.S. save yourself the pain, don’t fly out of Dublin.

Dublin <> Ireland

After a few days at the new job in Dublin, I’ve come to the conclusion that Dublin in not in Ireland. I’m not sure I know where it’s at, but I’m sure that it’s not in Ireland. The environment is like a California suburb transplanted into the hinterlands without the infrastructure. I saw a prime example of why Dublin is such a wreck, in the form of the Cherry Orchard rail station. The despicable conditions are a prime example why the streets in Dublin are in gridlock. No one in their right minds would risk their lives using it a commute to or from Dublin.

Dublin is all flash and no substance, nothing real, and nothing of value. Shallow as a sidewalk puddle. Glass windows with moss.

Dublin in my future

Looks like Dublin is in my future, it’s a good thing that I only have to venture into the barest fringes, Dublin 12. Far enough out to be near the country, and near enough to test the waters of modern mass transit in the form of Luas. We will see if that coupled with the potential, and unrealized hourly high-speed trains to Cork will keep me sane while still exploiting Dublin work economics.

I hope my fellow Cork Bloggers do not disown me. And on that front, I will continue to blog during my weekends home in the Peoples Republic of Cork