Monday, June 25, 2018

Day 1 - Ireland Adventure

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Minneapolis to Dublin


We conquered all fifty United States and all the accessible Canadian Provinces on a motor bike, so the next logical adventure could only be to make the leap across the Big Pond and begin the Quinlan's Great Conquest of Europe via Motorcycle - 2018 edition (QGCEvM18). This trip took a lot of planning, but Logistics Expert Sean managed to pack an island full of riding, sightseeing, and pub crawling into 12 short days.

We took off from Minneapolis in the late afternoon, beating out a summer storm and some incredible clouds as we took off.


We flew from Minnesota to Reykjavik, Iceland where we had a whole 30 minutes in between landing, and taking off for the second leg of our flight to Dublin. We were expecting to sprint across the airport in order to make our flight, but luckily we left our arrival gate and literally bumped into the line to board our next flight.


We were a little disappointed that we didn't get a chance to see more of Iceland than just one hallway of the Reykjavik airport, but knew we'd have a little more time on our way home. Actually a lot more time. (note: subtle foreshadowing).

Just two hours after we landed in Iceland we saw our first glimpse of the Emerald Isle.


We successfully negotiated immigration and customs, and caught a bus that took us through Dublin to the ChristChurch area and the Harding Hotel - right in the center of the city.


We dropped our gear in our room and, in order to fight off jet lag, started exploring.

Our first stop was... the basement bar of the hotel, for our official first brew of the trip.


Over the last couple years, Sean has ventured away from being an exclusive Budweiser guy, to enjoying a pint or two of Guinness. My tastes vary, gravitating toward whatever is local and wet.


We walked around the ChristChurch and Temple Bar areas of Dublin,

Stopped in a few pubs


and visited quaint (albeit touristy) shops that line the street. Sean's ancestors came from Ireland, so we were excited to find concrete evidence that the Quinlan name was authentic.


We finally succumbed to the time change and called it a night, excited for everything the next day had in store.


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