Day 1 - Streets of Dublin
Lucky green postbox.
A street in an older section of Dublin
The first thing we did in Dublin was to visit the souvenir shop. Before we started touring we thought we should restart their economy, but this place seriously sucks money. We went in there and we couldn't step outside for an hour because there were gifts of all kinds to buy.
Look who's a leprechaun now!
Grafton Street - shopping street. Temple Bar - food street. All you need to know when visiting Dublin.
Balloon guy. Now, you don't see many of these in Singapore.
The Dublin Wall of Fame. If you're feeling famous you can pose at the bottom like Xinling is doing.
Trinity College, dubbed the great architectural wonder of Dublin. Well, its worth a walk in the grounds, but don't bother paying 8 euros for the Book of Kells exhibition, unless you're a fan of stuffy old books and libraries. I couldn't take photos in that stuffy old library because photography wasn't allowed, so I shall kope one from the Internet to show you what its like.
The Book of Kells library. It is quite awesome, but 8 euros to see it, I don't know, you be the judge.
"BigBelly" trash compactor. Haha.
Somehow this shot turned out a lot nicer than I expected. I was trying to take a picture of the guys playing croquet in the field there and now it looks like I had aesthetic inspiration or something,
We walked along Grafton Street, and there were many of these flower shops around. Mother's Day here is on the 22nd of March. The shopkeeper said to me "Come over lad, everyone has a mother." Yeah true, but if I buy your flowers now, by the time Mother's Day comes over in Singapore, they wouldn't be quite presentable would they. =p But the flowers were gorgeous anyway.
An Irish pub. Every single one of these was filled with Irish guys cheering their team on in the finals of the 6 Nations Rugby tournament, which Ireland eventually won for the first time in 17 or 18 years. The pubs, crammed full of Irish men, literally shook with yells of joy whenever the Irish team scored a try. I was lucky I wasn't around late enough at Temple Bar to see what happened when they won. I think they would have been downright crazy, and rowdy drunk angmoh men in large groups are scary.
Anyone want to ride a horse carriage? When they told you about Cinderella and her horse carriage they forgot to tell you about the smell.Day 2 - Queen of Tarts & Guinness Storehouse
Before going to the Guinness storehouse we stopped over at the Queen of Tarts, an award winning tart shop for lunch. The tarts were good but a little on the expensive side, at 5.50 euros apiece. Before I continue I must add that the pictures are potentially hazardous to hungry people.
New York Baked Cheesecake with Raspberries
Hot Blackberry and Apple Crumble, served with cream
Rustic Apple Crumble, served with cream. These are the 3 most popular tarts in this store apparently. Okay end of foodie post. Lol.Guinness Storehouse
Horse carriage! You'd want to ride in one, don't you think?
Till you see this.
At the Guinness Storehouse and Brewery. Ireland is the home of Guinness, and they never let you forget it.
Entering the 7 storey high Guiness Storehouse.
The first thing is you see, strangely, is the souvenir shop. Tourist trap.
Wonder how many starving African kids that would feed.
Guinness yeast in a safe. Grown from the same yeast used over a hundred years ago to make the very first batch of Guinness. For all you know it could be a display of anthrax or washing powder. Really, I wouldn't know.
Look at what someone left on the Guinness noticeboard. Tsk. I wonder if the 20 euros are for the wife, the two kids, or whether he's going to pay you 20 to take them off him.
Pulled my own pint of Guinness here. They teach you how to do it, and give you a cert saying you pulled the "Perfect Pint" after that, regardless of whether you ended up giving their cleaners work to do.
As you can see, Guinness is not actually black. It's a dark red, and it takes 2 minutes to settle.
Having a toast. It looks like Coke but tastes like _____. You can fill that in yourself.Day 3 - Belfast
Belfast, a charming city with a bloodied history. It's not even a very big city, because it is surrounded by mountains, as you can see here.
We took this bus around Belfast. It was quite a fun ride, and they tell you a lot of little interesting stuff. The round guy on the left is the tour guide. He had a really thick Irish accent. In addition, he was a taxi driver twenty years ago when the IRA and loyalists were duking it out over the right to remain British. He was shot once, stabbed twice and hijacked 8 times, but is still alive. I guess after that, you become so happy you get round.
The top of the bus.Random snapshots around Belfast taken off the bus.
The Titanic was built here ,and this is the drydock where it was once housed. As you can see it is massive. When full, even if it was drained at a rate of 2 swimming pools a minute it would still take more than an hour to finish draining. Many years ago, there was an inquiry that came to Belfast as to why the Titanic sank. All the chief engineer said was "Well, it was okay when it left here."The Irish are really quite a witty people. Samuel Beckett, the only Irish Literature Nobel Prize winner, was offered a place to teach Ireland's intellectual elite at Dublin University. He turned it down, saying "Dublin University contains the cream of Ireland - rich and thick"
Samson and Goliath. Each of these monster cranes is capable of lifting 840 tons 70 metres high, and they are about 100 metres high, 140 across. Massive things. Belfast is proud of its shipyard, and rightly so. It has had one of the biggest in the world since like, forever.
Belfast has a wheel too. It seems that every city wants one, not least of all Singapore.
They also have a leaning tower. It is really leaning by the way. This is not a camera trick.
A pretty church like building. Probably a church. After awhile, all these old things are churches.
A damn awesome metal sculpture. I was in awe when I saw it, and I'm still in awe after looking at this picture. It marks one end of the Queen's Bridge.
A wall mural, and a poignant reminder of Belfast's once violent history.
This looks like a normal neighbourhood, but look carefully and you can see the high wall that was built to separate the loyalist and republican halves of the city. 
The people here are really hyped up about political causes, especially that of perceived oppression. Hardly surprising considering this city was once a battleground for and against independence from the British.
But still, some things remain unchanged. Presenting to you the single greatest killer of Irish people, Colonel Sanders.