The Micra’s Maiden Voyage – “Watch how tight this thing turns!”
Jason and I were feeling a little bit iffy about taking on the driver and navigator roles while in Europe. Although I am writing from the safety of our intended destination, I must say I am thankful Ireland will be the only country we take the challenge up in.
We planned to depart from Dublin at 9:30 am, after a short 1.4 km walk from our hotel to the Budget car rental office. We did not anticipate the delay caused by strapping 30 and 20 pounds to our backs for an uphill walk. After we finally arrived at the car rental office, we were off (at 10:30 am)!
My job as navigator was simplified by the GPS graciously lent to us preloaded with European maps. Thanks Justin – your personally recorded voice instructions are a nice touch! Once Jason made it out of the parking lot in the surprisingly spacious Nissan Micra we rented, I hopped in and we headed out of the city with only one wrong turn. Newgrange here we come!

Yes, the previous bit of information (Newgrange here we come) would have been quite helpful during the first part of our trip. Little did I know, Jason had programmed the GPS with the destination being “some village that is supposed to be close to where we are going.” I discovered this fact after the wrinkles on Jason’s forehead grew increasingly pronounced. “Why aren’t you listening to the GPS lady,” I ask. “Well, the destination in the GPS is not exactly where we are going, and I think we were supposed to turn at one of those signs back there.” Me: “Why would you program the GPS with the wrong destination!?! — Pull over!” After we find a place to pull over on the tiny two lane highway and reprogram the GPS with the correct destination, we are once again ready to go. Newgrange here we come!

So, GPS lady now insists that we must turn back the way we came in order to get to Newgrange. Should be simple, right? The only concern is the tiny *tiny* highway, maybe also the cars whizzing by in both directions, okay maybe also that we are stopped around a ’somewhat’ concealed bend in the road. Not a problem. Jason seems to have caught on to this European driving thing no problem. “Watch how tight this thing turns!” I’m excited to be getting on our way once again, and so glad my hubby has experience driving a standard transmission car – I definitely wouldn’t be able to do it! We move forward and screech to a stop 10 feet ahead. “What’s that burning smell?” Angry muttering ensues on the driver’s side. “Just the clutch, no big deal.” Okay, just the clutch. That doesn’t sound important. So we try again. I watch on the left, Jason on the right for the perfect moment when there are no vehicles approaching on either side. We’re off! Okay, so we’ve lurched forward, and we’re sitting perpendicular to the road now. No problem…we’re only blocking both lanes of traffic. “Reverse, where’s reverse?!?!” Right, reverse. There we go! Now forwards. Oh, now reverse again…oh crap, there must be cars coming…oh good – we’re going forwards again. And we’re off! I feel a renewed sense of optimism as the funny burning smell dissipates behind us. **Jason’s version of events may differ slightly**
Overall, our drive through Ireland was exactly how I envisioned. Sheep decorate the Irish country-side like the cattle of Alberta’s prairies. Baaa!! After the morning’s driving adventure, we enjoyed an informative tour through Bru na Boinne World Heritage Site in Newgrange, a lovely stroll through Loughbrickland (where Jason’s Great-grandfather was from), and made good time to our small, but clean and comfortable hotel room in Antrim.


The prison did not only house political prisoners, we found out that during the famine in the 1850’s as many as 9,000 people were held here in 1 year (not all at the same time). Considering there are only 112 cells that lead to some severe over crowding. An example of a crime it took during the famine to be imprisoned was stealing some loaves of bread to feed your family. This earned you 14 days in Kilmainham. But since food was so scarce during the famine many people committed crimes just to go to jail and get a meal for several straight days. The authorities also did not discriminate over who was held in the jail. Many woman and children were held prisoner some as young as 6.
After a long sleep we were eager to start our first real vacation day of our trip touring Dublin. On our morning stroll down O’Connell Street we were quite surprised to find a convenience store with Tim Hortons in it.
After taking only a part of the tour we hopped off at the Guinness Brewery for a tour of the 
