The last time me and the fella got post holiday blues we found ourselves in the door way of STA travel with our debit cards in our hands and adventure in our hearts. We spontaneously booked a pair of return flights for Bangkok with the plan to spend 6 1/2 weeks travelling through Thailand, Laos, Vietnam, Cambodia and back to the Thai islands to finish of our whistle stop tour. This was actually before getting it approved at work. “Yes that’s approved, you two can book your flights now” Ermmm yeah sure, it’s not like we had already done that, that would be crazy, right?!
If you’d like to read all about those adventures you can find them on my fella’s blog that I used to share with him before I ventured out into the world of moo. His writing is hilarious and very clever, I’m sure you’ll enjoy sugartothebrain. You’ll have to venture back to late 2012 early 2013 for these shenanigans…but feel free to read through his other stuff as well.
So this week it wasn’t so much holiday blues but constant work blues. After a pretty stressful end/start to this year, only managing to find time for a short break in Paris before literally getting back and moving flat, we haven’t stopped working since. Our Asia adventure meant that upon returning early last year we were only left with 6 working days to last us 11 months!! 11 months!!!! In our industry even having bank holidays off is a rare gem of a treat. When the New Year bells tolled we were blessed once again with 20 whole glorious days to take. Flashes of white sandy beaches, cocktails by the pool and reading my kindle in the sunshine flashed before my eyes. I could already feel the sun on my skin. However because we are saving for our BIG adventure, our holidays this year would have to be small and budgeted. It is now July and it got to the point where we both just needed a week off, away from our dark office rooms and bright monitors to get some fresh air, recharge our batteries and clear our minds of particle caches, render farm errors and deadlines.
Let’s walk across Ireland”
Said my fella with such eagerness. He got so excited by this idea that he pretty much started planning it in his head before I even had a chance to process this challenge. He wasn’t surprised to have his idea met by a wide eyed vacant look.
Walk across Ireland….as a holiday….for 7 days. Was he mad? He tried doing this a few years ago but decided to do it in October when the weather was atrocious. I still remember his daily texts about rain, blisters and cold nights in his tent. This was not really my idea of a holiday.
He knew it would take much persuading to get me to agree to do this, but he has some kind of special ability to sell ideas to me. 90% of the time I’m so glad he has as they have turned out to be brilliant ideas. At work I was bombarded with google map links, pictures of rolling green hills and idyllic locations that we could see on our way and many messages telling me how amazing it would be. He was slowly changing my mind. Mmm it could be quite nice to get out the city and go exploring. There he did it, before I knew it we had the week booked off and the coach tickets purchased.
So…the plan of action. We will be catching a coach there on a Friday afternoon. My plan is to take many packets of sweets, some tunes and maybe a couple of travel sickness tablets to help me nod off. My friends will agree when I say I don’t really need these, I can sleep through anything and anywhere much to their annoyance, but just to be on the safe side. I need to be full of energy when we get there. We shall arrive in Dublin in the wee hours of the Saturday morning where, after a can of redbull, we shall venture south and head straight out of the city. Hopefully the sun would have just graced us with it’s presence so this should be a nice start to the adventure. Our route will hopefully take us 7 days, down past Wicklow Mountains National Park, through Waterford and with any luck end up in Cork the following Saturday. After a day of exploring this city, and a night in a hotel with an actual BED, we will be heading back to Dublin on the train for our last day of Irish antics before getting the coach back to foggy London town. Arriving at 8am Monday we will be going straight to work HA HA! Sounds crazy right?
I am beyond nervous though. When I was younger I never went on camping holidays and at festivals I am always one of the weirdos who is up at 6am with a terrible hangover just so I can get a warm shower. We will be wild camping, each having a solo tent (this bummed me out a little at first) so toilet facilities and showers will have to be au natural in the wilderness. I really need to locate my unused she-wee that I bought for travels.
The world is your toilet Steph!
- My fella
I’m annoyingly not one of those people that look good in the wilderness. I can’t seem to get away with having greasy hair and a baby wiped face. My barnett doesn’t go all wavy and beachy like and me trying to attempt a french braid is liking asking a dog to separate skittles. I may have to ask one of my talented friends at work to do it before I leave and try and keep it in for the whole 7 days, just layering on the dry shampoo each morning. Think this will work? Me neither ha ha.
So I’ve purchased a few essentials: a pair of hiking boots, waterproof trousers (it’s Ireland, I’m bound to need these), a waterproof jacket, a nice warm fleece for those chillier evenings and a new sleeping bag as my current one is so old and thin that I might as well wrap myself in cling film, would probably work better. I’ve picked up my travelling backpack and have made a neat little hiking pile on the floor of our flat. I have to admit, as nervous as I am, I am rather excited. A whole week, just me and him and the friendly people of Ireland that we meet along the way.
So what do you guys think? Any camping style advice? Any Irish sites we should visit along the way? Anybody actually done this before? All comments/advice are very welcome.