reading today an online article about an available €250 shared bed in Dublin 1.
Yes, a shared bed!! in a two rooms house, that’s means two different strangers
in each bed (couples were not accepted). I know it’s not easy to find a decent
place in town but you must be really desperate to accept a half bed.
I know, a
low budget or be a part time employee make the difference and push you to take
the risk accepting inhuman conditions. But, why nobody from the government sees
this a problem that is getting worse every time? Rental ads like this is not an
isolated case. It’s time for new rules in Dublin’s rental proprieties market.
the Irish Independent published that “a building located in the heart of
Dublin's Temple Bar is being rented to up to 45 people”, each one paying €200
per month, all using just three bathrooms and sleeping 10 or 12 persons in a
same room.Reading every time more news
about this scenario in media just shows one of the unpleasant faces of Dublin.
Want to know the other one related with this rental crisis: homelessness and
homeless rough sleepers.
admire all the art scene that happens yearly in Ireland. My first contact was
in Dublin with the Culture Night. Rightly named, in one night it’s possible to
attend different events across the island, when several arts organisations open
their doors with hundreds of free events, tours, talks and performances.
Galway, I found a very active live music agenda in pubs and many local
festivals. Some months later I saw the same activity in more cities and towns.
journalist specialised in art and culture I was having an orgasm discovering all
these activities and reading all about them. I even created a new list in my twitter account to follow museums, art galleries, venues, festivals, pubs, some
local bands, art centres, dance companies, theatres, writers, photographers, newspapers, art magazines, journalists, and art
organisations. Two years ago, this list began with 10 or 12 profiles, today has
more than 500.
One of the
most active entities on twitter is the National Gallery of Ireland (NGI). When I
visited it for the first time they were working on their new wings. The gallery
reopened on June of 2017 and one month later, on my second travel, I finally stepped
on the refurbished Dargan and Milltown halls. More than 650 works of art are displayed in both
sections. When I left
my actual job I’m sure I’ll get more time to socialise the Irish art and
cultural activity from my Twitter and this blog.
The NGI is a historical
place in Dublin and one of the most visited buildings in town, it was established
in 1854 and visitors can see over 16,300 works of art. The NGI has a café and a shop. Need more reasons to visit it? Read this,it's free, as the admission.
Galway a pedestrian walkway known as The Line, that goes from the Renmore
Barracks to the Eireann Bus Station. You can get the Eyre Square in 15 or 20
minutes using this pathway that follows the railway route.
points of the way are smashed beer cans and garbage. The Line it’s a lonely
shortway and many people told me it was dangerous specially by night. I
remember some stories about raped and murdered women there. Others, related
with knife attacks and robbery cases. Despite everything I took the risk and I
used many times.
The first time
I found an old lady with groceries riding her bicycle and several school
students walking to their homes. Where’s
the danger? I asked to myself. Then, I understood the safe time ends after
the sunset. I was lucky, never happened something or a thief assaulted me.
became later in one pedestrian that others avoided because I walked tipsy The
Line going to home after been drinking in town. I remember some epic stormy
nights completely wet walking fast trying not slipping. Also making a round
trips with D, my flatmate; by the way, from him I learnt predrinking at home.
And I even keep in my mind the night I went out with M, my landlord; he used to
hide his umbrella between the bushes.
quite walkway by day or a reckless night way, in both cases The Line is part of
my unforgettable days living in Galway. My picture app reminded me that I took
today, two years ago, the pics I posted in this entry.
have a lot of pending stories to tell from my first travel to Ireland and now I’m
writing about my second time visiting the island, two months ago. When I won’t write
anymore in journalism, I’m sure I’ll get all the time to shout out all the
words I wanna scream.
I arrived a
night of August. It was Sunday, I remember very well. After checking in I left
the hotel to see some friends, HD between them. We went to some place of the
regular night scene in town, but after 2am HD showed me the Dublin’s underground
me where we were, maybe it was a house close to the Ambassador Theatre. Once
inside there was a spot for drinks and a room where a DJ was playing hypnotizing
“couple of pints and ciders” (Orchard Thieves, not Blummer’s) I was, MAYBE,
maybe tipsy, the perfect mood to dance, especially when my mind matched the
night to the after parties by the early mornings at my remembered and beloved
music in the atmosphere, the pleasure of been in Dublin again, having fun with
HD and knowing new people was an ecstasy for me. I was happy, dancing with my shadow
in front of the wall, in the same way I did it in the last years of the 1990s decade.
-I think your Guatemalan friend is high. Look
at him, said some
to HD. And when he turned his sight, saw me in the middle of a tribal dance,
in front of a wall, dancing with my shadow. The scene probably was weird to the
crowd but all the friends who shared with me all my crazy years in Antigua
Guatemala know very well that’s my normal state.
left the place, there was an intense light up the sky, maybe something called
sun. That was my welcoming sesh night to Dublin, after a 22 hours flight across the
pond. Yep peeps, two sleepless nights, just the prelude of the rest of the
February and I just moved on from a building close to Fatima Luas station in D8,
to a house near to Belton Park in D9. A long distance I know, but I love
walking, and that was my main routine some minutes before the sunset: take a
long walk to town, almost every evening.
for another post my adventure taking the bus to that house, when the girls that
later became my flatmates had their interviewing night.
remember the time when pints, some coins and a bus driver marked the early end
of a fun night.
I was ready
to go home. It was the first night in my new flat and my mental map still needed
more time to understand I wasn’t so far as I was thinking. But that night I
decided take a bus to come back home, once in the bus stop, I read the timetable and
there was one to Donnycarney at 11pm and according to my clock I still had 33
minutes for a last pint.
drank one, were two. But I was on time at the bus station, in front of the Central
Bank of Ireland. I arrived almost at the same time. A lady got off and I immediately
get in after her and deposited the coins for the ride.
a man in his 50s maybe, was a bit astonished.
-I don’t know how to say this, but this is my
last stop, he said.
-What! That’s mean I could had have another pint
instead of paying you?
He just laughed
and said: You´re right, all I can do for you now is take you in front of the
And that was
the way how this tipsy guy bought the next day a Leap card, just in case,
because one of the golden rules that I learned in Ireland is: coins are for
pints. Eventually my mental map sent me the right sign to walk back safely to
home by foot.
A European tongue
probably finds that Mexican and Guatemalan food share many ingredients and recipes;
cooking some dishes is even very similar. As far was possible for me I promised
not taste Latinamerican food abroad Guatemala. But after two months and a half living in Galway I broke my pledge.
visiting Dublin from Italy. When we met he told me he took the first bus to
Galway once he left the Dublin’s airport. “I’m not the only one crazy about knowing the
west of Ireland”, I thought.
It was the
first time we talked in life but knowing him was like spending time with an old
friend. I became his tourist guide the weekend he stayed in town, the last days
day we just walk around and we visited some iconic places: Mc Donagh’s (fish
and chips), Tigh Neachtain (for the first pint of Guinness) and Carroll’s (for some
traditional irish music, and more pints). He went early home because a trip to
Cliffs of Moher was waiting for him the next day. When he returned we had a
meal in The Front Door / Sonny Molloy’s.
later to The Blue Note. But what I did there is for a long and different story. Let’s
keep the good memories this time and join us for dinner.
I think NZ
ordered a sandwich and I chose “nachos” from the menu, a light course, I
thought because I knew the size couldn’t be bigger than Guatemala, where you can
have a 3 pounds personal dish or nachos.
I was curious about taste that famous mexican snack
cooked in an irish restaurant. I must say in my country is a very popular snack
too; a perfect dish when you going out with friends and your intention is
bad, 8/10 stars. The irish nachos were well but I missed some latin flavours,
like tomatoes mixed with spices and some pieces of chicken or beef spread over
funny happened when I took a little container with something green inside. “It’s
guacamole!” I said, but some seconds later my tongue realised my mind was
wrong. It wasn’t avocado. That evening I confused guacamole with mushy peas
that obviously I found terrible at the beginning.
reminds me another “food incident”. I was in The Arans enjoying a Guinness beef
stew when I asked to the waitress for my pint. Her question mark face was a sign
that I probably misunderstood something. “Oh no, it’s a Guinness stew because
the beer is one of the ingredients in the recipe. The name doesn’t mean there
is a pint with your meal”, said her.
That evening was
the last time I saw NZ, he came back to Dublin next day and then to Italy. I’m
sure we’ll meet again in Ireland, NZ next time remind me please order something without peas.