Day1- we arrive

Well we left Sydney at 9:45 pm on Thursday night and endured the 14 hour flight stuffed with another 400 or so souls, including restless babies,who were quite good initially, but eventually resorted to continuous high pitched squeals. It was quite miserable queuing for toilets and crappy food and trying to sleep sitting up while the smug, lucky bastards in business would have been cosseted in their pods. Then we had a supposed two hour break in Dubai before the next 7 hour flight, which it turned out was delayed an hour, then more of the same only the seats were even smaller and closer together. Next time we'll be breaking the journey as we did in Singapore.

But we have arrived at our 1st hotel in Dublin, the Croke Park, which is next to the main rugby stadium.And we've already hit the jackpot - Our very own trouser press! Have taken a photo but haven't quite mastered getting photos into the blog yet. My iPad already seems to have outdated software.

So far Dublin is grey. Only 1 degree on arrival. But besides that it seems to be pebbledash city. Not quite what we were expecting.And it is Good Friday, which means totally dry today, although if we want a drink we will have to order a 'substantial' meal in the restaurant. The telly is giving us a concert of a churchy type of young, chubby, red-haired vaguely Neil Finn looking singer doing all the uplifting standards. You Raise Me Up, Bridge over Troubled water, Danny boy. You get my drift. Stations of the Cross, anyone?

But we will explore tomorrow. Warwick has done a reccie and we are quite close to the city proper. For now though, a shower was a welcome relief and we're in for an early night.