Wednesday 23rd July – Arrive in Dublin – Bernie and G&T delayed on tarmac at JFK – Taxi driver amazingly helpful – he rings the Cox’s for advice on how to get to their house – travelled OZ last year – knows more about the country that me
We meet Angela – one of the Cox girls – G&T immediately look like they have arrived at home – banter between Angela and Graeme commences immediately – Angela the match of Graeme – she would say – surpasses Graeme.
Dinner in town – taxi driver – immediately identifies us as Australian - “you are not from Sydney then“ – what do you mean - “Well no one comes “straight” from Sydney”
“Where are you going in Ireland” – west - “you have to go to the Galway races” – got a tip for us – “yes – don’t back women and don’t ride horses”
We walk through the streets of Dublin – cleaner - much much cleaner than I remember - where am I? – I could be anywhere – surely Dublin is still Dublin and not just another city – even the swearing seems restrained - Everyone knows Australia or has a immediate relative who is or was there recently ....
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