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Kilkenny

(Or two homeless men and a choral choir...)

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So I came into Kilkenny (which was reccomended to me by a really nice Italian girl I shared a hostel with in Killarney who has volunteered to host me when I get to Parma and show me around some.:D ) yesterday afternoon and it really is a very pretty city.. I was lucky enough to come into town in the midst of the annual Gaelic Festival, so there are lots of things going on aside from the usual castles and cathedrals (Not that I don't love castles and cathedrals.. I'm on my way to see Kilkenny's offerings now!). So tonight I am going to make my way up to St. John's Church and see a choral concert. I'm really quite excited. I love choral music, and there will be choirs there from Scotland, Ireland and Wales, I'll let you know how it goes.:) Anyway, I got off my bus and set off on the search for my hostel... Now, I'm cheap.. I mean really.. It's kind of rediculious sometimes... So my hostel is almost always a ways away from the center of town.. This was no exception.... It's not too far, definitely in walking distance (Then again, everything in Kilkenny is)... But I should have turned away when I realized that the front door was locked and that you had to ring to have someone let you in... But I didn't, always optamistic.. Anyway, a nice Slavic man came to the door and let me in... The hostel is called Macgabhainns... Now, I don't speak Irish... But my guess is that in English, Macgabhainns translates into something like "shit box"...
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Ok, I'm being slightly unfair... The two men who seem to be running the place are both very, very nice, and helpful.. However.. That said... The place is a hole... The carpet is super old and super stained... My room is a 6 bedroom dorm and technically, there are six beds.. However you kind of have to turn sideways to get in the door, and in order to get into my bottom bunk I have to crawl through a space about three feet wide between the end of another bunk and the ladder to the bunk above me...
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It's like my own private cave (which is not quite as exciting as it sounds) and the view out the window is a little depressing...
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Anyway, my roomates only add to the allure of the place. It seems that I am bunked with two formally homeless men... Now I say formally because technically, they're living in my room now... But I have reason to believe that recently (as in, say, yesterday...) they were sleeping in a more... How to put this gently... open air enviroment... One man (I think he said his name was Julien (but said with a french accent) is a self described artist originally from England who spent his day sitting at the kitchen table colouring the same picture over and over again... the other man is Spanish and spends the day sitting in the living room, watching tennis and mumbling to himself... Both seem nice enough (relax Mama, I'm perfectly safe..), just.. quirky... Well I'm off to see more of the city.:) I'll write again from Cashel.:) Love you!

Posted by Majestic58 04:23 Archived in Ireland

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