Ireland really is a beautiful island. Both the North and the Republic are inundated with beautiful countryside and blessed with people who love to tell a long story, love to sing and thankfully have such charming accents that visitors are drawn in to enjoy both.
Given how much I’ve inadequately waxed lyrical about the beauty of places I’ve visited so far, I’ll let the photos convince you I’m telling the truth about Ireland (TO BE LOADED LATER). For the singing, you’ll have to check out facebook - when I get to an internet connection that moves faster than molasses, I’ll upload some video from a pub Joy and I drank at in Donegal (or is that drunk in at Donegal?). I know all of you will be as thrilled as I was that the entertainer loved country music. Stop sneering - you know who you are - and find your inner Texan. It’s present in all of us, stop fighting and embrace it.
Anyway, because I can’t spend yet another page running out of adjectives (by the way, did you know that the plural of thesaurus is thesauri?) to describe the gifts nature has bestowed on the local geography, I will instead tell you about one of those small things that drives me absolutely BATTY when I travel.
Take a guess as to what it might be. Go on. Customer service? Hotels? Not being able to speak the local language? Having to move around all the time? Living out of a suitcase? Not having all my shoes to hand? Queues in aiports? No, no, no, no, no, no, yes but not for the purposes of today’s blog. What really, really, really drives me BATTY when I travel is showers. Or, more particularly, the vagaries of showers in different places. From problems with drainage, to poor pressure, to lack of hot water, to water so hard it slices skin, to spouts that require you to run around to get wet, the lack of a normal, easy to operate, hot, well-pressured shower reduces me to tears with alarming frequency.
When they say its the simple things in life that make us happy, they were talking about a good shower. So, for those of you that have been envying my travels and wishing you were with me, please right now, go into your bathroom and enjoy a long, hot shower and truly appreciate the joy of it, knowing that if you were travelling like me, you’d be risking freezing to death, slipping over and breaking a hip just to get dribbled on before drowning courtesy of a blocked shower drain.
When I find enough time in between moaning about it, I’m going to start an international movement lobbying to standardise showers across the world. Australia really is the lucky country - it’s time we share our good fortune with the world and show them how showers are supposed to be.
Peace out.
Ahaha! That's how I know we are related I too get annoyed if I cannot have a good shower! Even better I know the one you are talking about, Anetkas? I hate the switch thing from bath tap to shower nozzle and that you have to wash your hair each time because the water comes from the middle! Oh yeah and don't get me started on the fact that you have to start a fire to heat the water! Death by shower cubicle!
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