Paintings I did today symbolising my journeys these past few weeks

Broken Line – Glasgow to London: (about the broken line inspection in Scotland when I went to London)

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X4 not on strike: (about my experience getting a bus from Cookstown to Dublin and back)

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In Dublin yesterday

Yesterday I got a bus from Cookstown to Dublin to head to Killiney for a walk organised by a Meetup group; see previous blog post of my experience in Haiku form. And, having experienced Dublin yesterday, our problems here in Northern Ireland are a drop in the Ocean compared to what’s going on down South.

First of all, there is an ongoing industrial dispute between the Government and Public Transport workers. The DART drivers were on strike on Friday, but at least they were in operation yesterday, so I could get to Killiney without needing a taxi. Though Dublin Bus services were also in operation. The Unions are holding the city to ransom. The money is no longer there to satisfy every whim in the land. There isn’t much reported on how Unions in America bankrupted Detroit. 🙂

Resentment aside, I was at Killiney DART station and there is a Café there run by a Dutch woman who is extremely friendly and well known. I had a cup of tea there and it was an experience witnessing the abundance in the area.

Then came the walk. It was meant to be for two and a half hours, but I only lasted half an hour. I’m THAT unfit. Plus I paid the price for being dehydrated yesterday this morning with the runs. (too much information) We passed through Bono’s house; how fitting since I had bordering vertigo looking down at the scenery from the station. My brother has worse vertigo than me, though. But he now works for M&S. :p

I did manage to walk to Dalkey to get the DART back to Connolly Station and I noticed the flags and bunting for Cuala, the club that won the All-Ireland Club Hurling title on St. Patrick’s Day. They beat Slaughtniel in the semi the afternoon I had planned to go to Belfast for a Meetup. It was good to know things I should have known much earlier.

Then when I got the bus back to Cookstown there was a huge backlog due the the numbers looking a bus from Dublin Airport. One guy wanted to pay for a ticket to Armagh by card, only to be told ‘cash only’. But there was one guy at the Airport who wanted to head to Castleblaney, County Monaghan, to go fishing. His day was ruined. Puts things into perspective for me.

Now I feel that I have to cut back on the excursions and focus on finding work. I’m spreading myself too thin now. 😐

List of Sixteen Haiku about my experience in Dublin yesterday

Bus Éireann dispute!
Closed Busaras on Sunday!
Goldliners still on!

Multipack of crisps!
Bought in a Dungannon shop!
Some for homeless guy!

DART to Killiney!
Forgot my cappuccino!
A bit throughother!

Scenery outside!
Beautiful beach and seaside!
Don’t get light headed!

Killiney station!
Café run by a Dutch Blade!
Pretty well known there!

Gypsy bloke outside!
Threw down his fleece in anger!
Back for cigarettes!

Got a cup of tea!
Waiting for the Meetup walk!
Up Killiney’s hills!

Meetup walking group!
Lasted just half an hour!
I’m that unfit, me!

Walked on to Dalkey!
Eventually found DART!
Back to Connolly!

Need to get a feed!
Went to bar across the road!
No WiFi working!

The bar owners there!
A young Lesbian couple!
American twangs!

Bus back to Cookstown!
Met mum of an old school friend!
Now in Donegal!

At Dublin Airport!
Huge backlog due to bus strike!
Took twenty minutes!

Bloke tried to use card!
Bus payment by cash only!
Mine was bought online!

Bloke going fishing!
No bus to Castleblaney!
A whole day wasted!

Back to Cookstown now!
Getting car to drive back home!
It was a rough day!

Experience of Dublin (plus paintings of mine)

Last Tuesday I visited Dublin; driving to Maghera park-and-ride and then taking the X4 to Busaras and then returning during the witching hours of Wednesday morning and driving back. At first I wanted to attend a Meetup for Creatives, however it was cancelled and I decided to arrange a visit with my ex-Landlady in order to ensure I didn’t waste the ticket.

 

My experience of Dublin underlines the huge changes it has experienced, with the Luas and Cycle Lanes. Though I was told London is worse for cycle lanes. I tried to jay walk to get to Connolly Train Station, to get a DART to Howth Junction, but just about live to tell the tale. The red man never turned green, EVER. We’re just plebs in Dublin. 😦

 

My ex-Landlady made dinner for me, her husband, herself and her grandson she was looking after. Chicken, spuds and broccoli. Lovely Jubbly.

 

Then on the way back I noticed kids wearing memorial Gaelic Football Jerseys that I have in Adult form. Turned out the family were from Ballinderry and were getting off the same bus I was getting at Cookstown. But we had to wait outside for the bus after Busaras closed at 11 pm; our bus left Dublin at Midnight. But we were able to board about 20 minutes later.

 

But I had to take it easy today. I worked yesterday and was exhausted afterwards, didn’t fully recover from the trip.

 

But I’m so glad that I went.

 

Paintings:

 

Purple Brain: (dedicated to Prince)

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Toilet training a Puppy: (leaves little to the imagination)

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