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I already asked what stuff I should buy, now I want to know where I should go while I am studying abroad in Ireland. I will be there from mid September to mid December next fall. IDEAS!? I will be living in Carlow.
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Can't go wrong anywhere really. A couple of days in Dublin is enough for the finances...Money gone mad there..
Good train and bus service from Dublin,or a bus from Dublin airport over to the west coast for Galway,another decent bus route south from there to Kerry...beautiful there..lovely places to see...really cute little airport too....cosy..
Cork to Kerry is a lovely route.
Killarney,and do the lakes...heaven on earth...lovely trip that..the town has seen better days,bit touristy now, still lovely,but the lakes and hills...Ooooohhh!...beautiful!!.. .
From Carlow it's easy to get to Waterford...see the Waterford Crystal factory..nice visiting tour... nice along the water too...lots of fine buildings,historical place......
Kilkenny Castle is worth a trip too....so much around there to see,really doesn't matter where you go...you'll be in good stuff anywhere.
Cliffs of Moher are very impressive as a day trip from Galway,it's a nice coach trip round Galway bay and past the Galway Bay Hotel...you can get a lovely supper there while you watch the sun go down over Galway Bay...you've really seen it then,not just heard the song...but they don't do T-shirts,not a touristy joint,.... and then the road climbs into the hills....lunar landscape..
Stunning,weird,mystical,....
Visitor centre when you get there for snacks and souvenirs ...or see the cliffs from below on a short cruise from Galway if you don't mind boats....same company does trips out to the Aran Islands.... or you can go by plane...only a few minutes on the plane,but ages getting to it from Galway. It's out in the sticks..
Ferry doesn't run in rough seas though..
.Great pubs in Galway for music...they keep the music and dance alive there.
I've known a whole pub fall silent to let a guy sing...try that anywhere else..A lovely Irish tenor was singing and I held my phone up so my mother could hear it in the south of England,and the guy was delighted. Quite overcome actually.
And the landlord bought me a pint!...What a place...lovely.....
The Crane is the top spot for gigs,and there are others if it's too crowded there..it gets very popular..wonderful evenings there,head buzzing with music when you leave...glorious!
Lovely little place,Galway...quite scenic too. Quay Street,Spanish Arch,very pretty ...
Doolin's the same,further south ... small place..pretty..it's got the music...lovely country around too.... Right down south is the Dingle Peninsular...gorgeous,you'll never want to leave....
Dublin's nice,but very expensive...good nightlife in Temple Bar and some lovely architecture and gardens everywhere ..Stevens Green gardens are nice if you're up Trinity way..good place for a rest.....and some beautiful doors all over town,if you take the trouble to look...famous for them, is Dublin.
.Trinity College is worth seeing,Phoenix Park,the zoo....
Loads up the north too...some very pretty places up there..beautiful Antrim glens ...the Giant's Causeway,....
Lough Neah,lovely..the biggest natural lake in Britain,20 miles long...or you could stay in Newcastle on the coast south of Belfast with the Mountains of Mourne rising up behind it...lovely little place...
Belfast itself even,it's really nice,lots to see on the coast or inland..some lovely places to see around there....how many months did you say you were going for.....? You'll need them.
Fáilte
Can't go wrong anywhere really. A couple of days in Dublin is enough for the finances...Money gone mad there..
Good train and bus service from Dublin,or a bus from Dublin airport over to the west coast for Galway,another decent bus route south from there to Kerry...beautiful there..lovely places to see...really cute little airport too....cosy..
Cork to Kerry is a lovely route.
Killarney,and do the lakes...heaven on earth...lovely trip that..the town has seen better days,bit touristy now, still lovely,but the lakes and hills...Ooooohhh!...beautiful!!.. .
From Carlow it's easy to get to Waterford...see the Waterford Crystal factory..nice visiting tour... nice along the water too...lots of fine buildings,historical place......
Kilkenny Castle is worth a trip too....so much around there to see,really doesn't matter where you go...you'll be in good stuff anywhere.
Cliffs of Moher are very impressive as a day trip from Galway,it's a nice coach trip round Galway bay and past the Galway Bay Hotel...you can get a lovely supper there while you watch the sun go down over Galway Bay...you've really seen it then,not just heard the song...but they don't do T-shirts,not a touristy joint,.... and then the road climbs into the hills....lunar landscape..
Stunning,weird,mystical,....
Visitor centre when you get there for snacks and souvenirs ...or see the cliffs from below on a short cruise from Galway if you don't mind boats....same company does trips out to the Aran Islands.... or you can go by plane...only a few minutes on the plane,but ages getting to it from Galway. It's out in the sticks..
Ferry doesn't run in rough seas though..
.Great pubs in Galway for music...they keep the music and dance alive there.
I've known a whole pub fall silent to let a guy sing...try that anywhere else..A lovely Irish tenor was singing and I held my phone up so my mother could hear it in the south of England,and the guy was delighted. Quite overcome actually.
And the landlord bought me a pint!...What a place...lovely.....
The Crane is the top spot for gigs,and there are others if it's too crowded there..it gets very popular..wonderful evenings there,head buzzing with music when you leave...glorious!
Lovely little place,Galway...quite scenic too. Quay Street,Spanish Arch,very pretty ...
Doolin's the same,further south ... small place..pretty..it's got the music...lovely country around too.... Right down south is the Dingle Peninsular...gorgeous,you'll never want to leave....
Dublin's nice,but very expensive...good nightlife in Temple Bar and some lovely architecture and gardens everywhere ..Stevens Green gardens are nice if you're up Trinity way..good place for a rest.....and some beautiful doors all over town,if you take the trouble to look...famous for them, is Dublin.
.Trinity College is worth seeing,Phoenix Park,the zoo....
Loads up the north too...some very pretty places up there..beautiful Antrim glens ...the Giant's Causeway,....
Lough Neah,lovely..the biggest natural lake in Britain,20 miles long...or you could stay in Newcastle on the coast south of Belfast with the Mountains of Mourne rising up behind it...lovely little place...
Belfast itself even,it's really nice,lots to see on the coast or inland..some lovely places to see around there....how many months did you say you were going for.....? You'll need them.
Fáilte
What would Viking invaders do when (and during the process of) raising an Irish village?
kfurey
I am writing a story and I need some accurate information and/or dates regarding Viking invasions of Ireland. What exactly would they do while raiding a village? Would they take anybody as slaves? What would they do with Irish-Celtic children?
Any information would be greatly appreciated! Thank you!
Answer
Sure I can, miss. As part of our studies of European history in the Dark Ages we covered the Viking raids comprehensively.
Basically they would attack when... Wait a second, I'm an author, I don't have to write like that! I can show you.
The farmer yawns and stretches his arms. It is early morning outside his simple cabin, and the cold fog still lies heavily over the landscape. Still, he really has to take a piss. Soon after he is done a sound disturbs him. He squints and looks into the fog down by the sea. Nothing. Still, his dog suddenly raises its head over by the cabin door. It starts snarling at the fog.
"What is it, boy?" the farner ask cautiously, retrieving his axe.
He slowly approaches the shore. Nothing. He shrugs his shoulders and is about to give the big dog a light kick to shut it up, when...
"ATLAGA!"
The yell cuts through the air. Seconds later, the dog drops dead to the ground with an arrow sticking out of its neck. Almost exactly at the same time, two dragons' heads shoot out of the fog. The farmer stumbles backwards in fear. It takes a few seconds before his brain makes the connections.
"Gall-Ghà idheil!" he yells of his lungs' full force, "GALL-GHÃIDHEIL!"
Moments later thick leather boots hit the sand. The farmer looks horrified on as an ever increasing amount of foreigners jump from the ship. They spot him, and yell as they charge towards him. Panicked, he drops the axe and sprints for his life.
The village is just waking up when the attack hits. The farmer turns his head and catches a glimpse of his neighbour being cut down as he exits his dwelling with a bow. In the screams and chaos people drop everything they have and run like crazy towards the salvation of the countryside. On the top of a small hill the farmer stops to catch his breath. Beneath him he can see a few hundred villagers running away from roughly 80 Gall-Ghà idheil. To his horror the road is blocked by another 40. The foreigners must have landed men with a third ship a little down the coast.
His heart sinks in him as he spots his wife and children among the crowd. The priests and monks told horror stories of rape and brutal slayings. But at the same time trying to save them would be sui-
The hit with the hilt of a sword knocks him to the ground. He rolls around, ready to beg for his life, when he recognizes a familiar face. It is one of the half-Ghà idheils from the neighbouring village. He remembered smiling as he watched children throw rotten vegetables at him at the market.
"Ulfric," he stutters, "why are you here? Why are you dressed like these foreign devils?"
"These are not devils," Ulfric snarls, "they are men of honour, unlike your kind. These people took me in, fed me, dressed me, gave me a sense of belonging. I used to be ashamed of my father, but now I realize that this is my destiny."
"You travel with barbarians!" the farmer protests.
"Barbarians? These men bathe once a week, build magnificent ships and buildings unlike anything in Eire, and value honour and bravery, regardless of the person who shows them. Maybe the real barbarians are the filthy peasants blindly following what the person who asks them to eat the flesh of their God tells them? Get up, you son of a dog!"
Ulfric leads the farmer down to the other prisoners, now having been arranged in a line, kneeling. Some of the Gall-Ghà idheil walk down the lne, inspecting the prisoner, touching muscle and inspecting teeth. Another yells loudly at them in heavily accented Gaelic,
"Remain calm! We do not want to kill unarmed opponents, but we will if we have to! If you all cooperate, this will be over soon! Our men try to avoid rape, but some of them are only held back by the order of our leader! If you wish your wives and daughters to go unspoiled, stay still and silent!"
Some of the strongest men and ample women are picked out and asked to stand separately. To the farmer's horror, that group includes his daughter. After a grueling long and demaning selection, a group of foreigners start leading this group towards the ships.
"The rest of you can go! We don't need you!" the translator yells.
"Wait," the farmer calls out, "where are you taking them?"
"To the slave markets in Dublin," the translator responds, "They'll fetch a good price there."
"NO!" the farmer yells, "Don't take my daughter! I can help you! Show you how to attack the next town without resistance!"
A tall foreigner looks at him and has a short, whispering conversation with the translator.
"Deal." the translator says.
Sure I can, miss. As part of our studies of European history in the Dark Ages we covered the Viking raids comprehensively.
Basically they would attack when... Wait a second, I'm an author, I don't have to write like that! I can show you.
The farmer yawns and stretches his arms. It is early morning outside his simple cabin, and the cold fog still lies heavily over the landscape. Still, he really has to take a piss. Soon after he is done a sound disturbs him. He squints and looks into the fog down by the sea. Nothing. Still, his dog suddenly raises its head over by the cabin door. It starts snarling at the fog.
"What is it, boy?" the farner ask cautiously, retrieving his axe.
He slowly approaches the shore. Nothing. He shrugs his shoulders and is about to give the big dog a light kick to shut it up, when...
"ATLAGA!"
The yell cuts through the air. Seconds later, the dog drops dead to the ground with an arrow sticking out of its neck. Almost exactly at the same time, two dragons' heads shoot out of the fog. The farmer stumbles backwards in fear. It takes a few seconds before his brain makes the connections.
"Gall-Ghà idheil!" he yells of his lungs' full force, "GALL-GHÃIDHEIL!"
Moments later thick leather boots hit the sand. The farmer looks horrified on as an ever increasing amount of foreigners jump from the ship. They spot him, and yell as they charge towards him. Panicked, he drops the axe and sprints for his life.
The village is just waking up when the attack hits. The farmer turns his head and catches a glimpse of his neighbour being cut down as he exits his dwelling with a bow. In the screams and chaos people drop everything they have and run like crazy towards the salvation of the countryside. On the top of a small hill the farmer stops to catch his breath. Beneath him he can see a few hundred villagers running away from roughly 80 Gall-Ghà idheil. To his horror the road is blocked by another 40. The foreigners must have landed men with a third ship a little down the coast.
His heart sinks in him as he spots his wife and children among the crowd. The priests and monks told horror stories of rape and brutal slayings. But at the same time trying to save them would be sui-
The hit with the hilt of a sword knocks him to the ground. He rolls around, ready to beg for his life, when he recognizes a familiar face. It is one of the half-Ghà idheils from the neighbouring village. He remembered smiling as he watched children throw rotten vegetables at him at the market.
"Ulfric," he stutters, "why are you here? Why are you dressed like these foreign devils?"
"These are not devils," Ulfric snarls, "they are men of honour, unlike your kind. These people took me in, fed me, dressed me, gave me a sense of belonging. I used to be ashamed of my father, but now I realize that this is my destiny."
"You travel with barbarians!" the farmer protests.
"Barbarians? These men bathe once a week, build magnificent ships and buildings unlike anything in Eire, and value honour and bravery, regardless of the person who shows them. Maybe the real barbarians are the filthy peasants blindly following what the person who asks them to eat the flesh of their God tells them? Get up, you son of a dog!"
Ulfric leads the farmer down to the other prisoners, now having been arranged in a line, kneeling. Some of the Gall-Ghà idheil walk down the lne, inspecting the prisoner, touching muscle and inspecting teeth. Another yells loudly at them in heavily accented Gaelic,
"Remain calm! We do not want to kill unarmed opponents, but we will if we have to! If you all cooperate, this will be over soon! Our men try to avoid rape, but some of them are only held back by the order of our leader! If you wish your wives and daughters to go unspoiled, stay still and silent!"
Some of the strongest men and ample women are picked out and asked to stand separately. To the farmer's horror, that group includes his daughter. After a grueling long and demaning selection, a group of foreigners start leading this group towards the ships.
"The rest of you can go! We don't need you!" the translator yells.
"Wait," the farmer calls out, "where are you taking them?"
"To the slave markets in Dublin," the translator responds, "They'll fetch a good price there."
"NO!" the farmer yells, "Don't take my daughter! I can help you! Show you how to attack the next town without resistance!"
A tall foreigner looks at him and has a short, whispering conversation with the translator.
"Deal." the translator says.
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