Today, we ventured to Howth, which also meant I got to ride the train for the first time. It’s about the same as any train I’ve been on, but this does allow me to segway into something I noticed while in Ireland: the Irish know what’s up when it comes to public transportation. It is SO much better than what we’ve got here in Pittsburgh. Like, by a sizable margin. In terms of size, comfortability, accessibility. In just about every category, they’ve got Pittsburgh beat.
Anyways, Howth was very beautiful. It’s a seaside town with a large port. We saw a seal in the water and it was adorable. Not important to the trip per say, but it was important to me.
We walked up a very, VERY long hill towards the Radio Museum. And along the way, our tour guide got lost and we had to backtrack down the hill. Just thought I’d mention that.
The museum was very cute and lively and smelled like a grandma. It was full of old radios and novelty radios and radio artifacts and posters about radio things. The tour guide was very nice and clearly passionate about his job….but oh my god, I could not understand a word he was saying. He had, by far, the thickest Irish accent I encountered the entire trip. That was something that surprised me the first few days in Dublin, how not-thick peoples’ accents were. But I realized that being the touristy/major-multicultural city it is, accents in Dublin would probably not be the thickest and as you get further by the coasts and countryside, that’s where the thick accents would be. And I was right because I think I caught every seventeenth word our guide said. But the museum was cool nonetheless.
