-Julie
After leaving the airport, Kenton and I took the Dublin bus to the city center bus station. Upon arriving we realized that we did not know how to get a bus to take us to our hostel. Therefore, we hailed a taxi and found ourselves in more than just a regular cab ride. Our driver was a gregarious Dubliner who immediately informed us of such happenings around Dublin as vicious magpies and the Oxygen music festival. By the time five minutes were up we knew that a shotgun was the best way to eliminate magpies, the Irish language is taught to all official Irish citizens, and if we want to survive Oxygen we would need a tent. After this educational journey, we were dropped off on Aungier Street to fend for ourselves.
Our first order of business was to check in at the hostel. This was quickly done, and then free of luggage, I could take on the second order of business - coffee! After 12 hours without caffeine this coffee connoisseur was in need of some strong joe. Aungier Street provided a perfect spot and the need was completely satisfied. Besides coffee, Kenton and I also explored the area for an ATM and food. A friendly sighting was made at the ATM (see picture). This Miller encounter would be the first of many as we soon discovered that Dubliners really like Miller beers (although Guinness is the clear favorite).
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