I arrived at the airport at about 2pm and as I arrived there already were some of my friends waiting to say the last goodbye. I’m not that type of person goes around hugging people but when I get one (or two) of such intensity they break me really really bad. This was the most difficult goodbye I ever had to say in my life. Enough said, before I break into a nostalgia mode in front of my new work colleagues.

The flight to Dublin got delayed by an hour, so I arrived at about 9pm and found my friend waiting at the arrival lounge with a bright red rugby shirt of our country. He easily convinced me to take a bus to my new home saving about 30 Euros in a taxi, which I’d rather spend on Guinness rather than on transport. We had to change the bus in the city center but the second bus stop was only a few meters away. The stressing part was the walk was from the bus stop in the village to my house which is about 5 minutes away, but dragging 64kgs worth of luggage it becomes never-ending.

After a quick look around the house and my first piss in my OWN bathroom, we went back to the city center, for a local drink, guess what? Having a local helpful friend living in Ireland for 6 months for immensely beneficial for me because I found an already paved path. Apart from finding me a home he even had the foresight to buy me a duvet (quilt), bed linen, a pillow and an Irish mobile phone line. Also, since he now knows everything about buses and getting around, I didn't have to worry on how to use the buses.

We went to a Russian themed pub called Pravda. This pub is huge by my usual standards and we spent about 10 minutes wandering about looking for some of his friends. We found his co-national friend making friends with some Irish and Italians who were very keen for us to join the fun. Talk about Irish hospitability - it's all true. What's better, after a few drinks they become even more talkative and friendly.

We had a small glitch at about 2am because we went out for a quick snack (the cheapest i.e. some chips) and the bouncers wouldn't let us back in cause they were closing earlier due to the summer time change. After a while one of our new met friends came to meet us outside and we were let back in thanks to his acquaintances.

My first evening in Dublin ended at about 4am where I was welcomed back home with a new and irritating smelling bed linen.