For the past two days, one has been trying to settle the argument with Jury’s Inn Hotel regarding payment. The hotel insisted that we find a HSBC bank in order to verify that payment has been made and gave us strict instructions on how to get there which we followed to the letter. After about 20 minutes of searching for a bank in the place where it said on Google Maps, we resulted to asking members of the public. This was perhaps a bad idea as it turned out that the majority were foreigners or Irish people not from Dublin. One then realised that there was a phone number on Maps, however, that ended up being the head office who said that there was no HSBC banks in Dublin or the entirety of Ireland, very confusing!
The irony is that we ended up discovering the Docklands area with some amazing architecture which provided some great photo opportunities…


One then followed some more strict instructions to get to Croke Park Stadium which I had on good authority is an amazing building…..I beg to differ. We walked through some rather rough Irish housing estates which one would avoid after dark..


After being barked at by several dogs, the structure presented itself. Granted, it’s impressive but debatable whether it’s worth walking about half an hour to see as it took 2 minutes to walk around the whole stadium, but then one doesn’t like football?


We then walked through some more weird and wonderful housing estates and managed to find out way back to the city centre where we stopped off for some lunch. The restaurant was rather strange as they couldn’t get the orders for a simple sandwich right, so one doesn’t recommend a place called The Living Rooms. We then spent the rest of the afternoon wondering around Dublin shopping district which, as one would expect from a small country only has a finite amount of things to do…


It seems that everything in Ireland is very expensive so you would expect it to be of good quality. However, one went into an American style restaurant where a calzone was ordered for a high price, however, it seemed to be heated up from a ready meal. In addition, a cheesecake was ordered simply to find out if it was a so called New York Cheese Cake, it was far from it. As it was the last night in Dublin we went for a pint, or a half pint if your me, of Guinness!
Tomorrow, we plan to have a stroll along the River Liffey before flying home at 5.30pm, which will be interesting once again.