Sunday, August 29, 2010

Pucker up and hope you don't die.


Popped on up to Blarney today, and checked out Blarney Castle. Surprisingly it's only about 6 or 7 kilometers from my apartment, and that's by road. As a bird flies it can't be more than about 3 I'd say. Got my first glimpse at the rolling green hills covered with farms on the drive there, which was absolutely breathtaking, would have snapped a picture but it was gone so quickly I barely had time to say "my god..." I'll hopefully get some good pics up of that in the coming weeks after I go check out Dingle.

This is the Castle. It looks pretty small on the outside, but is surprisingly tall once you get to the top. When we first got there we went into the dungeons, which you would think would be in a basement, but were actually up a short set of stair, and then through a long 3' x 3' tunnel that had loose rocks, mud and water scattered on the bottom. An incredibly tedious 20 feet later and you get into a small cramped room, and wonder why you put yourself through all that to really see nothing. After that we started to head up to the top and see what all the hubbub was about. The interior of this place is just one huge maze. Spiral staircase after spiral staircase, leading to rooms and other spiral staircases. The worst part is the stairwells got smaller and smaller the higher you got and by the time we were about 6 steps from the top I had to hunch my shoulders to squeeze through.

And if you can mange to fit out of the door, the cool wind will blow your hair all around and it's impossible to no gasp at the sea of green the castle is floating in. Promptly out the door there's a good chance you'll be stepping right into last place in line to kiss the stone. While waiting in line (which slowly wraps around the top of the castle) there's plenty of time to snap pictures, and get all hyped up, because you're about to be dangled upside down, with nothing between you and falling to the ground but the old man holding onto your jacket, and your grip on the bars, but we'll get to that in a bit.
This is a shot from the top of the castle of the Blarney House, a cool old house that... well I don't actually know what the deal with it is because we didn't want to pay again for the tour, and you're not allowed in unless you do... All I know is that it's cool looking.


And suddenly, you're at the front of the line and the man tells you "no hats, no glasses, sit down and lie backwards, grab the metal bars, lean down and kiss the bottom stone." and you do, and then you're back up. Only I thought he said "lean down and kiss the bottom of the stone" so I pulled myself as far down as possible to kiss the bottom corner, and I'm glad I did cause right when I got down there, I could see all of the horizon (only inverted) against the smooth black stone.

                  (By the way, that's not me in the picture above)
This on the left is Blarney House. It's pretty big, pretty old and pretty cool. Once again, I have no idea what it's story is. I'm assuming someone lived there at one point.

To give you an idea of it's size that pink dot on the front steps is a person.

After that we just putzed around for a bit before catching a cab back to cork. There were some decently cool rocks and trees, as well as a waterfall with a staircase behind it know as the "Wishing Stairs." What you have to do for your wish to come true is go up the stairs, then walk backwards down them with your eyes closed and then walk back up them with your eyes closed still. There's a large rock sticking out at the top of the door (which is only about 4' tall) so when going back up I suggest keeping a hand a couple of inches in front of your face to know when you've almost hit it.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Chronicling my journey, take two.

I've got some pictures of the campus and of the view from just outside my building that I guess I can post. So far most everyone has been very nice and friendly. On the tour of campus at orientation our guide gave us his attempt at an American accent (after much begging from the rest of the group) and apparently to him we all sound like Pres. Bush but only higher pitched and nasally. We all had a good laugh.

Yesterday was the All Ireland Gaelic Football Semi-Finals and me and some friends went to a pub donned in Cork's colors and tried to make sense of the game. Really it's very fascinating. Imagine soccer, basketball and volleyball mixed into one sport, and played on an enormous field (much bigger than a soccer field) with 30 players on the field (15 per team) at all times. I really recommend you look it up. Cork won by the way, 1-15 to 1-14. I wish I could see a game of Hurling, but unfortunately Cork was beaten by Kilkenny just before we got here so it may be difficult to come by.


This is some building on campus, I'm not sure what, but its gorgeous. Also every door is like that one you can see in the background behind the biker.



This here is the Main Quadrangle, and houses most of the offices of the important people at the school as well as the Aula Maxima (Grand Hall). It's basically the main building on campus, and its kind of hard to see, but the whole lower half is covered with vines. It's very cool.




This is the Chapel, and much like the one at DU is constantly booked for weddings. I have yet to pass it during the day and not see a wedding party hanging out outside.

LiveJournal sucks!

The post about my room and my arriving that has been posted on LiveJournal.com will be the only post there. Likewise, it will be the only post not listed here, because I don't care to put it up again. It can be found here if you haven't already read it (although I must admit its very boring). Now you may be wondering why it is that I have switched from livejournal to blogger. Live journal had this nasty habit of NEVER letting my upload photos. It worked long enough for me to post the picture of my room key, and I guess decided it was too good for my photos. Either way, I've moved here because it doesn't make me wait through 30 minutes of a loading screen to tell me that the photo could not be uploaded.