Anthony & His Pals
Day 3! After Silverstrand, we trekked back the way we came back to Wicklow, stopped at the Bridge Tavern one last time for some breakfast and a much needed break (I must stretch more). Ordered tea and breakfast and attempted to order beer (at 9:50AM) which we were denied due to Sunday's having a 12:30PM rule. No beer for Ciera and Kelli. We walked back to the Wicklow train station and on our way we were greeted with "hey honeymooners" from our friendly campsite attendant as he was pumping gas. Exchanged some words and said our goodbyes. Off to Rosslare!
We had no expectations for Rosslare, we planned on taking the ferry to Cherburg, France and Rosslare was the ferry port. We arrived earlier than we had anticipated and found the closest bar, The Porthole, part of the Rosslare Hotel, to sit and soak up some more Smithwicks. As we enter the bar a group of four people, two ladies, and two men greeted us (like I said, everyone is friendly). Our bags are kind of a giveaway that we are backpacking Europe. We sat at the table next to them while we chatted about our travels, Rosslare, and what they were up to.
The conversation, keep in mind, strong Irish accents with mouths like a sailor.
Anthony: "been going since last night if you know what I mean"
Shea: "are you too together, I mean traveling together"
Anthony: "sounds like you meant something else"
Shea: "I didn't mean nothing by it"
Anthony: "don't mind him he's shit"
Me: "actually it's our honeymoon"
They proceeded with yelling and cheering and congratulations with handshakes and hugs. Being gay and traveling we had it planned to be cautious and keep the PDA to a minimum. So far, it's been nothing but nice kind accepting people. Still proceeding with caution. Ireland may not care but we still have much more to see.
The three beers we consumed while talking with the four of them came to a halt as our newest friend Anthony got a bit ill and had to leave as did the rest of them. Not before Shea rolled a spliff that he shared with us. Then it was two, then it was three as a Scottish man, named Mark came outside and chatted with us as well about our expedition. We made way to the ferry terminal to board the Oscar Wilde were we to embark on an 18 hour boat ride to France.
We stayed in a tiny cabin with a tiny bathroom with fold down berths in room 6195. We kept saying that we are basically on the titanic. I'm Rose and Kelli is Leo. The ferry is filled with restaurants, bars, arcades, shops, and even a movie theater. Thankful for my anti-nausea patch that we obtained from our doctor, we didn't get sick. I actually don't know if I have sea sickness but I wasn't going to find out. I found it interesting that the boat was by Irish Ferries, the help was French, he outlets were European (Ireland uses UK) but they speak English. Very confusing. I made Kelli play arcade games with me after she said no twice then she said yes once. :)