Ireland by Daniele Somenzi

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Ireland
Nicola and I are starting with British Midland from Nice in France to London Heathrow, then take the train to Dublin, the second flight I have to say that I was a little unpacking, traballo toward the landing and I was a little upset digestion.
Rains, and the maximum is not as welcome to a new place you visit.
Take the usual rental car, this time a Nissan Micra, and depart immediately for a trip out of town.
the sea is very rough and in'ospitale well as dirt, it seems that the Cinquale winter.
In the evening we enter Dublin and we are a hostel for the night, then leave to do steps 4 and Nicola pulls me into a local lesbian and ghey, if you write well.
Mamma mia che strange that 2 men kissing, but I appreciated the two girls next to me who did the same, I thought there inside me, and that waste,
In the pubs of the city, the evening flowing rivers of beer, which distorted the traditional life, first you need to become cheerful destroy the liver and then have fun without cognition.
But you can not have fun without alcohol or smoke? Simply spend the money for cigarettes spinel or whatever and spirits, in a beautiful plane ticket and you have done.
The next morning a pale sun, we are on the muzzle toward the horizon while driving south and very annoying. lawns everywhere in Cork later in a travel agency to ask what it costs the airline ticket to Vietnam, perhaps by cost much less than Italy, but is not and so we continue to sleep in a guest house close to Killarney.
The high cliffs of Moher are a great attraction, located close to the precipice a little ruscellino, is pushed upwards by the strong wind coming from below. here inside a box of souvenirs, both I and nicola are in a big book of names, his and mine, but think about you.
We continue to Shannon, where there is also a famous airport where many airlines in the past, before you make a great crossing to the United States, stopped to supply, being the last bastion of Europe excluding Iceland.
In Galway, we decide not to go to Belfast, too far and cut right to the capital, where the evening we re in the same hostel.
Finally, Ireland is not liked me, and I'll come back a thousand times better, New Zealand. The British midland flight landed in Nice after an exchange in London, in the evening, where my fiat Tipo us dear in the parking areas.
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