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.