We are just back from two weeks in London with our four children. We all had a great time, there were no incidents or issues to speak of, apart from one late train at Waterloo everything went swimmingly.
We got the ferry back to Dublin. In the arrivals hall the baggage carousel was broken. Outside the terminal there were absolutely no public transport links to the city or anywhere for that matter. There was however no shortage of surly taxi drivers with their painted on “come here till I put the saddle on you” sneers lying intimidatingly up against their vehicles. There was one privately operated bus to Connolly manned by a fella who didn’t know the way to anywhere that was not on his memorized route and could not advise any of the confused tourists about onward travel. There was no information or even basic signage that might have assisted an anxious first time visitor to the country.
At the Luas station in Connolly we were greeted by a dozen or so junkies on a bench intimidating passers by. Beginning at the Four Courts stop the entire carriage was treated to two of Fatima Mansions’ finest teenage progeny racially abusing and threatening a Spanish chap who brushed off them accidentally as the train jerked to a stop at the station. The onward bus, only coming only from the airport was fifteen minutes late at the Red Cow.
It can’t possibly be reasoned or extrapolated from this freakish sequence of minor incidents that Ireland is a shithole, but Jaysus it was quite startling.
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