Irleand, Sunday

 

Days 0 and 1

Somehow we ended up on Flight 007 on something called Air Force One. The pilot announced the plane was perfectly safe just as long as no senior government officials were aboard who take HUGE gifts from foreigners 

mumble, mumble, mumble...THB's hearing isn't very good, what did the pilot say? Ahhhhhh, safe as long as our flight doesn't fly over any country with anti-ballistic missile capabilities or BB guns.

We're in first class and everyone we could see looked like they had not died, er, dyed and overblown their hair. Phew. Big sigh of relieve!

Oh shit, is that JD Vance in the flight attendant's jump seat?

THB didn't give it a second thought, strapped on his parachute and went to sleep. 

When THB woke up, he went to get a cup of coffee. NO flight attendants. OK, then the door to the cockpit opened and a pilot appeared and went into the restroom. Maybe 9/11 never happened, there were no barrages with the flight attendants holding on to food carts.

SFO art

the lounge is empty, twins still attached at hips

the pre-meal snack

the ingredients....a wee bit too small for THB eyes

the dinner on flight 007, first mint pea soup

much later, breakfast

Tauck arranged pick-up is on time

the Shelbourne Hotel (haunted for 100 of years)

the lunch includes peas, THB shares good fish and chips with DB when her burger turns out to be not very good

the hotel saga begins, THB thinks this room 295...595 did not have a bath tub

the signage doesn't help

the fire alarm goes off at 5:30am in the entire hotel, shutting all the fired doors. It is now impossible to know how to get to the lobby

the coffeemaker doesn't work

the TV doesn't work

THB's mouse doesn't work, then it does

coffee comes with toast in a cooling rack

the pancakaes are beautiful, and taste good too

our room key does not work the "alternate" elevator so we take the "normal" elevator which does not go to the second floor...and we are now in 295, not 595.