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Bon ben je suis revenu depuis longtemps d'Irlande, mais j'ai été sous le coup de l'angoisse du blog blanc pendant plusieurs semaines. Je suppose qu'il serait de bon aloi que je commence par raconter ma ptite semaine de vacances mais tout ça est déjà si loin, moué. Les photos sont là.
Tout commence dans le RER A bondé de monde et moi dans le passage avec plein de sacs, la galère pour aller à Roissy CDG quoi, ensuite la navette pour aller à l'hôtel, manque de pot y a 2 hôtels Première Classe et je choisis le mauvais au moment du changement de chauffeur, enfin bref tout ça n'est pas dramatique en fait. L'hôtel miteux, cris de jouissance provenant des voisins. Réveil allègre, embarquement réussi dans l'avion, décollage, mangeage, atterrissage.
Unfasten the seat-belt, fine weather, bus to the rail station, small fast-food there, shit my pants with the hamburger, buy a train ticket, illimitate travel during a month is nearly as expensive as a single ticket, funny isn't it, then queue one hour before the train departs, a local silly habit. Typical british whore in front of me in the train, strange thoughts, arrival of the train. Friendly taxi driver there takes me in charge, drives me to the pub The Helm where the friendly owner gives me my key for the B&B where I go after having eaten mussels washed down or let's say drizzled by a pint of Guinness. Quite incredible B&B for the price, see the photo. Allegrate waking up, traditionnal breakfast at the pub, then the same friendly taxi driver takes me to the town center of Westport where I wander around a couple of hours, and eat traditionnal square expensive sandwiches, and then rest and read in a pub. Meet then the friendly taxi driver by chance and he makes me meet two other persons who are going at the Glenans. We drink together a few more pints of Guinness, and then the taxi driver carries us to the little dock where a boat picks us up to Collanmore Island, not too far away. We meet all the friendly persons of the week there and have a great meal. The next day is windy but not too much, a good wind to find back my sensations at windsurfing, mainly improving my tacks, great day. The day after, the wind is really strong, and it's a good challenge, we improved our jibes. The day after, we go sailing instead, quite a fine day. In the evening we go to town and I have a try at 12 pints of different kinds of beer, and as we come back I dance although my ankle twisted in the first day stupidly (yes I know, but twisting one's ankle is a great challenge then to windsurf with). The next day, I'm sick until 6 pm, great record, anyway there was no wind. The day after, not much wind, the group goes all together on a Laser 16 and we go round the island. Finally the next and final day, back to windsurfing, great wind, and we travel for away, great day.
Every day after the excellent meal, we have fun talking, playing darts (we often played a game called killer), playing cards (I tought uno, and we had fun with it), and finally playing a silly and addicting card game and thumb lord at the same time, where the looser drinks tequila, great fun. One day, we had to help preparing the meal, serving, dishwashing, but it wasn't so bad and we didn't have to lose one day of sailing. The best thing of all was certainly that the people were all so friendly. In the last day we saw new comers, and seriously they didn't seem as friendly as us. Well, the next day we have to leave and I go back to Dublin talking with a girl and a boy of the course in the train. At Dublin, I feel sick, caught a cold, and decide to take a taxi to drive me to the hotel, this dumbass had a great deal of strolling me although the hotel was supposed to be near. The hotel is really a high standard one, but I don't try the swimming-pool and go directly to bed with an aspirin, trying to forget the wedding being noisily celebrated. Wake up, shower, feel better, and go in a mcdonald very close, then back to bed. The day after, taxi to the center of Dublin, walk along O'Connel street, eat in a Burger King (yeah !), whopper meal and onion rings, then take the bus to the airport.
I notice there a really fantastic beauty ;-p. I have all the time to look at her, because by chance she takes the same plane as me. Too bad I didn't know how to take discretly a photo with my phone. Looking really young, but must be around 20, she had light, almost blonde, hair lovely arranged, beautiful eyes, nose, mouth, face. A fine body nicely dressed with a black tight skirt moulding her rather small but fine tits, under a hooded blue nice jacket. Then it's time to take the plane and I pray to be sitting beside her, but it wasn't what destiny had decided. Take off, eating, landing.
Je la détaille encore longuement en attendant les bagages, et son petit cul me restera longtemps en mémoire alors qu'elle s'en va en poussant son chariot, un petit corps de cavalière bien plaisant (elle avait une bombe dans un sac plastique, oui, une bombe !). Retour à la réalité, déambulation au hasard dans l'aéroport mais qui chanceusement m'amène au terminal de RER et retour à bon port, train jusqu'à chez moi après, tout plein de nostalgie, autant pour les vacances que pour cette fille de quelques heures. S'en suivra une légère dépression de l'internet mais pourtant une participation accrue à irc. Ratage de la rentrée, mais rattrapée quand même. Et maintenant j'ai une histoire d'amour virtuelle en cours, que j'ai crûe finie ce soir.
D'un point de vue littéraire maintenant, j'ai lu pendant le semaine de vacances Postmortem de Patricia Cornwell, un livre acheté pour compléter un achat de DVDs vierges, et conseillé par brume. Ensuite j'ai mis du temps, mais j'ai enfin fini Les hérétiques de Dune dont je trouve la fin bâclée même s'il est globalement bien. Et maintenant je vais lire un peu Détéctive Conan en attendant que Germinal arrive, que je dois lire pour un exposé.