Today, we woke up bright and early (again) to go back to Dublin so that we could take the bus to go to Cork. We first stopped at St. Kevin's, which was the utmost creepy/beautiful/whimsical place I have ever seen and been to. It was so Robin Hood-esque and simply felt like were fairy tales and ghost stories take place. On our way to Dublin, the driver randomly stopped at the Brey train station, gave Mireille and I 5 euros and told us to take the train to Dublin since he had to stop. We were quite confused, as was a nice young german family. The general confusion made us become fast friends. The couple was lovely, as was their 2 year old daughter. She was quite the cute little thing.
We finally made it to the train station and figured out how to get to Dublin. After a few minutes, I realized it was my very first time on a train, which got me really excited. However, the adventure only started as we left the train. Getting out of the station was a quest in itself. Mireille and I laughed so hard as people from the general public simply pointed us towards the exit ( we actually needed directions from three people)...we were tired ok?
We finally made our way to the bus and then left for Cork. Hurray for wi-fi on a bus, since it was a 3 hours long drive to the small city. Once we got there, we made our way to the Bru Bar hostel (the coolest hostel so far) and met our roommates (1 from Australia and 3 from France). We then got some groceries, made ourselves super (went on a quest to find a can opener, but returned empty handed). We then went downstairs for a drink and then started to make plans for the night, but then realized we were waaay too tired to do anything. And this is it from day 3 in Ireland!