Arriving back in Dublin was quite surreal and I almost felt like a tourist in my own country given how different everything seemed to me. The Irish humour was the first thing that hit me and it took me a while to kind of get the jokes. Being greeted by my mam and my childhood bestie at the arrivals area was brilliant. We all headed back to Dunboyne- my home, and had a typical Irish roast dinner and tea afterwards. It was delicious. As always, I raced straight to my bag and proceeded to take out and show all of my souvenirs whilst babbling on and on about stories from my travels. It was time to chill out!
Later on that evening Becky and me headed to Slevins pub in the village for some drinks and a catch up. It was so surreal to have come from Africa straight back to this and it literally felt like a time warp only with the people being a bit older than they were when I left.
Bank holiday Monday was a day for me to finally relax and sleep in considering my long flights home. 24hrs in transit through 4 cities in 3 continents to be precise and that's exactly what I did. I had visited my uncle and grandad straight after the airport the day before which they were delighted about but today I had a whole day to spend at my grandads- drinking tea and watching game shows just like before. The drinking tea thing was starting to get a bit much and I found myself constantly with s cup in my hand as if it was another limb. That's Ireland for ya. The next day I was up early and in town to apply for my new passport (I managed to fill the old one finally) and driving licence (which was stolen from me during my travels). When I was finished looking in my favourite shops, my mam and I headed for a lovely dinner in The Porterhouse (highly recommended by most Dubliners including me, even in though I'm not actually a Dub). The next week would give me a taste of the celeb life with all the meet and greets i had scheduled (just kidding), but I was super excited to catch up with everyone.