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Emerald Paradise Day Two
Other | Monday 13th August 2012 | Osh
Day Two...
We wake late and spend much of the day watching scary movies, painting our nails and making a Thai inspired stir-fry which is much needed after our night out. At a bit to 7 we head out to the Busáras in Dublin’s town centre for a bus to Drogheda to meet Jenna’s sister Sandie. The ride is pleasant spent chatting and eating strange eastern European sweets that we thought were ice-cream but turned out to be cheese! Once in Drogheda we hop into Sandie’s car and head to the little seaside holiday town of Termonfeckin- the opportunity for puns here is countless- in County Louth. Population 653 as of 2006.
Its eerily quiet here but in a nice brain numbing way. Though not too brain numbing as we have decided that tonight we will head out for the little town pub to meet some of Sandie’s midwife colleges. It’s small and decorated with deep brown wooden furnishings and upon the sills above the door and around the walls are beer bottles from all over the world. How is that for themed interior design! One can tell immediately that the clientele are all locals as they banter loudly and talk comfortable with the pub owners and bar staff. However the main source of entertainment are these midwives who have been drinking here since the late afternoon. They are bright, comical and a little bit crazy and more than once Jenna and I find ourselves shooting glance at each other as they talk about their grossest experiences as nurses.
Necrotizing fasciitis or flesh eating disease is one of the more memorable-well that and collecting jellyfish from the local beach to put in Sandie's bed. Sandie tells the story of her experience working in a hospital in Sydney where she had the luck to come across a man who had placed the end of a pool cleaning hose onto his todger for ...um pleasurable reasons and caught himself a rather frightening case of flesh eating disease that ate his willy into oblivion. Good thing he was 70 something and not in major need of it for other “activities”. The white wine I’ve just consumed isn’t sitting so well in my stomach anymore. But we are reprieved as the pub is closing and a great debate begins on whether to head into town or home. Call me a lightweight but I vote home and so do the others...eventually. Another day done and I even manage not to dream of todgerless old men.
Check in tomorrow for homemade bread, the Walls and a lecherous Irish man.
By Saabeah Aforo-Addo
