Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Old Michael McAvoy...I'm dead serious

We took our time getting up this morning...we actually slept in past checkout at our hostel, but that seemed to be okay. We headed back to Dublin on the 11:50 am train out of Killarney. Our hostel this time is the Globetrotter's Tourist Hostel. We sort of just walked around the area and then grabbed a bite to eat. At our first hostel there was a list of the top pubs in Ireland, and of them was called "Fagan's", and because of my good friend Michael Fagan...we felt obligated to go. So tonight we went to Fagan's in order to finally get a pint of Guiness before leaving Ireland...what we weren't prepared for was the experience at Fagan's that awaited us. We wondered into the pub and Erica sat down at a table next to this old Irish looking man. Almost immediately after we sat down the old man slid down the bench towards Erica and just starting talking up a storm. He went on and on about the conflict between Irish and English and influential Irish-Americans, and American's helping the Irish...and only God knows what else. When we first started talking to him he swears he was "not drunk", eventually he admitted he was "half-drunk" and then finally he admitted that he was just "drunk". The things we talked about with him were somewhere between a lesson from an elder and folklore. The Irish man's name was Michael McAvoy, 85 years old, and living off of the 3 pensions (so he told us). Before the night was out he even bought me a pint of Guiness and offered to get Erica "a lemonade or something." He was a nice old Irish man, perhaps a bit off his rocker, but still seemed to be mostly there and definitely provided us with a night we'll never forget.

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