Sue and Paul Connolly: Dublin the fair city to London the Mayor's city

Our goodbyes completed we left County Tyrone and headed to the fair city of Dublin. As our hotel was located near the airport and about 8kms from the city we caught the bus to enable the driver and the navigator to have a few drinks. We did the walk through the Temple Bar area again and called into various bars to drink and listen to the music. Bussed back to the hotel.
The next day I suggested to Paul that he should go off by himself into the city while I had my haircut. I didn't think this was an unreasonable request and he would have some fun exploring by himself. He decided that he would go on a tour of the Guinness factory. The Paddy Paddy was in the car if he needed assistance with directions. I told him that I would meet him back at the hotel.

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I only got lost once driving to the Guinness factory in drizzling rain by myself. I managed to get a free park after asking a local to change some money for me. He actually pointed out to me where the free Guinness car park was. After queuing and paying my 13 euro entrance fee (Seniors price as I am now 60) I listened to the 3 minute blurb before setting off on my self tour. The tour was in what is now the called the 'Guinness Storehouse" which was a Fermentation Plant from 1904 to 1988. This adapted seven story visitor experience is lit by a same height Guinness pint shaped atrium that, if full, would hold over 14 million pints. I spent the afternoon learning the woe to go of the Guinness experience culminating in me receiving a certificate of successfully pouring a Guinness. Dropping off some new acquaintances in the City centre in peak hour traffic I then proceeded to get horribly lost on my way home in drizzling rain. Ringing the navigator who was safely ensconced in the hotel room with her new hair do I was then able to make it safely back to the hotel car park. As I was alighting from the car a strange phone ring emanated from the back seat - a mobile phone had fallen out of the pocket of one of the acquaintances. The long and the short of it was that we bussed back into central Dublin that evening and delivered the phone back to Blooms Hotel in Temple Bar where John and Ann from Derry were staying. We were rewarded with ales, wine and Irish Coffees. No late buses home ....... taxi.

Returning the car we had no problems catching our plane to Gatwick and then a train to London. Paul was not looking forward to the big smoke. Our aim was to get our visas for Mongolia and then explore some more of the city. Mongolian Embassy was very efficient and had our visas within the hour. Tube into Carnaby St (spell check wanted to spell this as cannabis) first night for a photo shoot with Jimmi Hendrix and a stage show at the New London Theatre on the second night. 'WarHorse' was an amazing production and so glad that we saw it. We even bumped into some people from Geraldton.