Trip to Ireland, part 1

As promised I’m gonna tell you the whole story concerning our trip to Ireland this weekend.

I got up at 5.45 a.m. on Friday because we wanted to leave Ried at 6 a.m. to be at the airport in Vienna about two hours before the plane takes off to Dublin. You can imagine that we did not actually leave Ried at 6 a.m., because the guy with the car didn’t hurry at all and so we finally left our hometown at 6.30 a.m., still early enough – somehow too early.

After a pit-stop in a roadhouse near St. Pölten (the driver wanted to have some breakfast, I was too nervous to eat anything) we arrived at Vienna International Airport at about 9.30 a.m. – after parking like 2km away from the terminals - we had to make a nice walk with luggage in the hot summer sun - we got together with the third guy in the doorway between terminal 1 and terminal 2. Well, two hours before the flight was still too early, so we had to wait before we could check in at the Air Lingus desk. After finishing that process we moved on to the waiting hall and had one coffee and some nice small talk, surely about Austrian football and in detail the Bundesliga.

Afterwards we moved further on and entered the gate A50 where the people for the Dublin flight had to wait for the progressing boarding process. My last flight was in 2001 (to Mallorca), so I felt quite uneasy about it. But there were no problems at all, and after 2 hours and 20 minutes in the air we finally touched down in Dublin (or should I call it Baile Átha Cliath?), Ireland (Eire). And because I want to watch TV now, the story will be retold tomorrow.

sunday bloody sunday

I know I have been very lazy lately, but I had to finish the 6th semester at the University of Applied Sciences in Salzburg. I'm glad I managed to get through all tests, exams and all the other things quite well. The weather is fine as well, so I was at the open air bath for a few times. Soon there will be a huge report from my trip to Dublin/Ireland where I will be standing on the pitch of the Croke Park among 88.000 other persons, listening to the U2 concert.

Please forgive me this short posting, but I have to leave again, the Confederations Cup game between Brazil and Mexico starts in ten minutes.

crazy frog, crazy world

Friday evening. Boring friday evening. Nobody else in Ried, so I have to sit in front of my screen and add another posting into my blog. Tried out the 1,3 megapixel-cam of my (relatively) new cell. That's the outcome (light is bad) - that's me, just for the case if you didn't see a pic of mine before (although there is one at the upper right corner of the blog - but that's more than two years old).

Too bad all those pics vanish from my blog when I "check out" of my flat in Salzburg - where the internet connection with all that webspace exists. Have to look for an alternative, maybe a good AND cheap one. Ha ha.

Did I already tell you that I'm nearly fed up with my current situation. Somehow for the first time I wish I had a car, so I would drive around to make the time go by. Or go to the cinema in Braunau or something like that.

Today I heard that "Crazy Frog" song for the very first time. WHAT IS THAT? Please shoot the guys who did this crime to the public. A 20 seconds ringtone that starts again and again and again, three minutes long. Is it a joke? Are some of the music-buyers in the UK crazy? Please never pay any, I repeat, any attention to the single charts. They are meaningless, tell you nothing, absolutely nothing. It's a shame for bands like Coldplay to be outnumbered in sales by such freaks, but I think their new album X&Y will be ranking on the first place when it enters the charts next week.

Today I did something I almost never did the last few years - I watched a tennis game. The one between Roger Federer, the best player in the world, and Rafal Nadal, the 19 years old wiz-kid from Spain, probably the best sand player (how is it called in English?!) in the world (aaand the nephew of Miguel Angel Nadal, the former Barcelona & Spanish captain - in football). Nadal made it in four sets, he was (by far) the better player today and meets the unseeded Mario Puerta from Argentina in the big final.

Alright, already 10 p.m. - time to do useless things again. See you.