Home again, home again, lickety split !!
I am informed that there was a near-riot in Dublin Airport last night. Late Saturday night, when all the charter holiday planes arrive, just before the last buses depart for all parts of the city and beyond, there was but one Immigration Officer in his box checking IDs. A huge bottleneck soon developed of angry, tired returning holidaymakers, who had had to walk through the shaking kilometre of portakabins before coming to a complete halt on entering the relatively solid ground of the airport building. Those who decided to attempt to evade the box entirely were escorted back to the heaving waiting masses by gardai, who refused to take any other action to help ease the situation.
How different it was early Wednesday evening when I arrived. The airport was almost deserted and there was no one in the Immigration Officer's box, a newspaper lying folded on his desk. I can only assume he had gone to eat his dinner, it being such a peaceful evening, there couldn't possibly be any unwanted people trying to enter the country.
I had to ask myself, if I were unable to get out of the airport until after the last bus to Bray had long since departed from the city, how would I get home? I think the aircoach runs until the small hours and if so, I would get out at Trinity and get onto the Nitelink from College Green. This is something which the offspring have expressly advised against, given the behaviour to which I would be exposed --- (apparently) of drug-taking and drunkeness, all amid scenes of general lewdness. So far I have managed never to have to take this ride with the devils of Youth of Today.
To add insult to injury, it seems that this vehicle refuses to take passengers actually into Bray, so they are turfed out somewhere short of Shankill - the roundabout by the church maybe - and left to the tender mercy of the local taxi-drivers. Apart from this 3-part journey, there is only the choice of a single taxi ride all the way from the airport, if you happen to have enough cash on you, although I believe they will drive you to a cash machine. I don't like to think how much they charge.
The lesson being: one more reason not to go on package holidays, people!!
How different it was early Wednesday evening when I arrived. The airport was almost deserted and there was no one in the Immigration Officer's box, a newspaper lying folded on his desk. I can only assume he had gone to eat his dinner, it being such a peaceful evening, there couldn't possibly be any unwanted people trying to enter the country.
I had to ask myself, if I were unable to get out of the airport until after the last bus to Bray had long since departed from the city, how would I get home? I think the aircoach runs until the small hours and if so, I would get out at Trinity and get onto the Nitelink from College Green. This is something which the offspring have expressly advised against, given the behaviour to which I would be exposed --- (apparently) of drug-taking and drunkeness, all amid scenes of general lewdness. So far I have managed never to have to take this ride with the devils of Youth of Today.
To add insult to injury, it seems that this vehicle refuses to take passengers actually into Bray, so they are turfed out somewhere short of Shankill - the roundabout by the church maybe - and left to the tender mercy of the local taxi-drivers. Apart from this 3-part journey, there is only the choice of a single taxi ride all the way from the airport, if you happen to have enough cash on you, although I believe they will drive you to a cash machine. I don't like to think how much they charge.
The lesson being: one more reason not to go on package holidays, people!!
posted by ruth @ 3:13 AM
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