I’m writing this to you from Dublin, Ireland after completing a most manic catchup on work I’ve let slide while gallivanting around like Merlin the Magician himself in Mauritius. The plan was to roll into London and chill with “The Goat” before crashing and catching a flight this morning; that never happened. Instead I almost lost my beloved blazer in the Bristol bus station and caught a night flight to Dublin to save a few bucks, true story…
It all started in Bristol, I entered this bathroom which could best be described as a stank, seedy sh!thole with black lights to stop junkies from doing their business. I did mine after hanging up my blazer as I feared it touching the filthy floor, washed hands and messed around on what’s app before my bus arrived. When it arrived I reached for the blazer but it was gone! I stormed to the seedy stall I had hung it up on and it was gone; out of the movies I kicked the door and let off some steam.
I came back to the bus that was now boarding slightly furious at myself, mind racing and all that jazz. An older gent started talking to me about it and right as I was about to board he suggested I go to lost and found. I storm in and say “find a blazer” to which a lady quips “in the bathroom?” I exclaim “YES” and she hands it back, I make a scene and dance a little dance and make haste to the motor coach. Next stop?! Heathrow!
I tell the gent who helped me out I owe him a pint which he accepted. Arrive at Heathrow terminal 4 and we crush a pint and I’m off to meet “The Goat”; at this point I realize I should probably leave that evening instead of rent an expensive room, yes? A crazy 30 minutes transpire and I’m booked on the 21:55 flight despite being in the terminal for the 18:55 flight leaving in one hour, we had curry to eat! A lovely lady helps me find the underground to London and so it was.
Meet up with “The Goat” at some subway stop and go bar hopping before hitting an all you can eat buffet which was a stellar deal, I might add. Make my way back to Heathrow and board the 10PM flight to Dublin, Ireland. I should have booked a room, yes? It was raining when I arrived and jumped on the first bus I found from the airport which brought me downtown. I asked a cab to take me somewhere I could get a cheap room for the night as it was now past midnight.
I was going to say “Can you wait for me?” but thought, nah forget it… So I went in and they were booked solid. At this point it started to rain. I made my way down deserted streets with soakers in both my feet. Everything I owned was wet and the damp cold penetrated my soul, sorta… I was about to give up when I saw “hostel” so I knocked the door. A gent opened this little window like in Medieval times and said what’s the code?!
Turns out it was a homeless hostel of sorts and a thin gent who looked like he was there for addiction reasons started blabbing, I said good day and was back on my way, somewhere… Found these two gents having a smoke on a street corner who directed me somewhere and sure enough they had a bed. You know what, it was cheap as chips and I slept as solid as anyone could have at a 5 star. It’s been raining all day but now the sun is bright so with that sign it’s time to go out and enjoy the light.
TBEX Dublin starts today and at 3PM I can check into my hotel. Travel sessions like this are a real rollercoaster ride but they usually end up on the positive side even if it means spending a night in some dive. Ultimately they make you feel alive and add some swagger to your step or help jump up your jive. These conferences area always good times.
Top photo was from the bus on my way in to Dublin; time to explore this city!
P.S: Huge thanks to my new friend “Mr. T” who helped me get my jacket back… Enjoy Thailand!!