excited like a shamrock
After three hours in a cramped plane packed with babies, I was really happy to finally hear the clapping after we had landed, for a change. I normally question that kind of gesture towards the piolet- I still don’t see the point- but none the less, I was really eager to get off the aircraft. Maybe, because I wanted to escape from the mass of toddlers, but maybe- and probably more likely- it was finally the beginning of my semester abroad in Ireland.
So after some intense months of studying and working, I finally entered the Dublin Airport to start my Erasmus experience. My expectations for Ireland were awesome months full of shamrocks, pints, and sheep on this green island. Upon my arrival, I could already tell that the green part is definitely true, even in January, the meadows are greener that in Austria in spring.
down to cork
It was my first time travelling alone and living in another country all by myself. Thus, excited and also hungry, I made my way through the terminal and headed straight to an Irish restaurant. A tasty club sandwich with chips and crisp battled my hunger and eventually I could leave the airport with pure excitement. I embarked on a surprisingly empty bus that carried me to my destination: Cork City.
The bus ride offered me a small insight of what waited for me on this island. The bus drove by rich green meadows (again), the center of Dublin and highways on which cars travel on the other( wrong) side of the road. Even though everyone warns you about the left-hand traffic, I was initially shocked to find my bus driver sitting on the right side. It felt so wrong and even after some time, I was still not 100% used to it.
The first people I met in my new hometown was a group of Austrian girls, which were also on my bus to Cork. They asked me were the next toilet was and since I already felt a bit like a local, I responded in English that I had no idea and that I was’nt from here. While being proud of my language skills, I got off the bus and searched for the correct city bus to my new apartment.
At this point, I discovered the first (and almost the last) drawback of the city: The public transport. It is poor, and it is normal to wait about twenty minutes for a bus that is already late. Being impatient and tired, I decided to get into a cab and head to my apartment in Bishoptown, the west part of Cork City. After ten hours of traveling, I finally entered my home base for the next semester and feel straight into bed.