If you answered Dublin, Ireland, you obviously have not been drinking as much Guinness stout ale and fine Irish whiskey as I have for the last two days.
To tell the truth, I am not sure where in the hell I am. The view looking up at the bottom of the bar is kind of dark (and sticky, for some reason).
We landed yesterday morning and took the Dublin Airlink double-decker bus – otherwise known as Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride – from the airport to town.
It was one hand on the bus seat, one hand on your luggage as the bus careened around the corners on two wheels, and one hand invoking whatever diety seemed appropriate for this part of the world.
I’m a little out of order, at least in reporting on our Emerald Isle tour of breweries and whiskey distilleries, but here is part of my first report that I thought I lost all of but here is the part that I did not lose but am posting above the second report that should have been the first report but I thought I lost.
I told you I was touring the breweries and distilleries.