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Black Pudding, French Fries and the Irish Revolution

I’m starting to think that Ireland has a tendency to make everyone slightly nuts. I don’t have any proof, but I’m sure that they use whiskey to purify the water here. It’s the only explanation for why everyone is so happy all the time, and why we are all on a continuous mission to cause mischief.

irish-potato-232x300Added to this, there seems to be incessant need for the Irish to prove that they’ve recovered from the potato famine of the 19th century and feed you as much potato as they possibly can. I’ve already mentioned the baked potato stuffed with mash, but the other night we had lasagne and french fries. Who the hell serves french fries with pasta?! I’m convinced it’s a plot to take over the world. Get everyone drunk on whiskey water and weighed down by starch. Nobody’ll be able to do anything when the leprechauns move in on their bunny army.

Not to say that the food isn’t great, because it is. The doctor might disagree. She was conned insisted on trying black pudding at breakfast (excuse me while I take a moment to laugh hysterically again). I’ve never seen anything come out of someone’s mouth so fast and yet so politely.
‘That bad?’ I inquired.
‘It tastes like burnt blood,’ she said, taking huge sips of orange juice.
Now, I’m no expert here, but I have to wonder how she knows what burnt blood tastes like. I know I don’t. If it were the Middle Ages, I might consider reporting this odd incident to the local priest. It could be evidence of some odd Pagan sacrifical ceremony involving insubordinate undergrads. For now I’ll just have to watch my back.

Either way, we’re off to Belfast today. When I return I shall regale you with tales of the mysterious stranger, the wise professor’s saged advice about sex and older men, oh, and Belfast. Yay!

Day two

So I’m no longer dirty and worked out the shower. It took me a grand total of 2 minutes to figure out the buttons. Maybe I don’t need that PhD after all. But I reckon that the most memorable thing about this whole trip is going to be the curry… For breakfast, lunch and dinner… Lieterally. Apparently eggs don’t exist in East Africa and chillis are the staple dish. Luckily, I like hot food, but this is slightly insane, and even too hot at times. The poor chaperoning parental type people resigned themselves to baked beans and toast for breakfast. I had curry and chilli yoghurt. Thank goodness we are on the top floor and can keep our windows open while we sleep.

Anyway, supposed to be listening to a bit about mobile filmmaking in Africa, but got personally involved in the whole notion of telling the personal narrative. Better start behaving otherwise the doctor migt sell me.

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