Anyway, I didn't come here for religion arguments but to bitch. It's been one of those days today.
I woke up in Derry (Northern Ireland) with the sole intention of doing a tour to visit the giant's causeway, as I had visited the city itself before. I was slightly worried if I would have a place on the bus, as the tickets had to be bought on the spot, so I went a bit ahead of time. After waiting for half an hour under the rain, turned out I was the only one wanting to do the tour today and so they canceled. Seriously, if you're going to do that, don't market it as "we go every day"!. So I went back to the hostel (I'll omit the part where I almost lost my deposit due to forgetfulness) and I headed to the bus to go to Belfast. It also turns out that the same tour is available from Belfast, and it's actually cheaper, so I didn't have to go to Derry to begin with. Sigh.
So I went to the bus station and I missed the bus to Belfast. But I saw a bus to Dublin (via airport) instead, so I decided to take it because there was little more point to staying on the road when tomorrow is a BIG day at work. Unfortunately, the bus going to Dublin (via airport) didn't stop at the airport (where I intended to recharge my laptop's battery for the second bus trip to Cork), and left me at the city centre instead. Luckily, I know where the bus station is, so I headed there to take the next bus to Cork. And guess what? Strike.
Now, I deeply respect strikes, but they sure suck when they catch you unprepared. Since there was a bus strike, I headed to the train station, but I got it wrong and I had to go to a second train station, where I missed the train to Cork for 5 minutes. I had to wait for the next train, which btw costs 4 times as much as the bus, and finally headed towards Cork, although I still had to take tha last part of the trip by bus due to work in progress on the railway. It was about then when I realized that even if the main Irish bus lines (bus eireann) where on strike, the aircoach to Cork was from a different company and would probably still run, but too late.
I finally got to Cork, but when I headed to the local bus to get to my house... surprise! no service, either. I would have sworn that there was service in Dublin... anyway, I had to walk a whole hour with my little
backpack to get home. Now I'm tired and I'm going to sleep.
I wish you all a better day.
Man, that almost read like a Kafka novel. I am stressed now. :p