We made it. We only drove down the wrong side of the street twice (thankfully at 6am the streets were more or less clear). We drank some Guinness. We ate fish and chips. We’ve been awake 30 hours now. We’re tired.
Tasted just as bad as it looks.
Before we got lost. 10 times.
Adrian’s “full Irish breakfast”.
Best scone of my life.
Chocolate at 9am? Ok.
Ulysses: “Who’s Oscar Wilde?” Me: “Are you really my husband?”
My “ROAR” face.
Still not a huge Guinness fan.
Tasted like funnel cake with fish. Might be the unhealthiest food I’ve ever eaten.