Corcaigh

So about Waterford for the four whole people that read this blog. It was pootown. Tramore, where the hostel was, that was cool. But both times we tried to go into Waterford the city, the buses pretty much flipped us the bird. It is now bank holiday weekend i.e. only pubs are open. We are in Cork for the Jazz Festival which is not like an American music festival but rather a time when a few pubs play jazz music and Guiness has an excuse to plaster even more of the country with ads. I do reallly like this city though but we are paying through the nose for our hostel. This is why: So we leave Tramore with our friend from Aussie and she gets off in the residentially area where our bus got ran into yesterday by a tuiny green car and we were delayed a good while (have pics later). So she gets off and we head to the main stop and walk a short ways over to the clock tower where the bus to Liam's is said to depart. After the first scheduled departure is a no show I run over to the public toilet. To my great sadness it is apparently permanently occcupied and the door is from Fort Knox unless you have 20 cent of course. But not today. So I run through traffic to a cl othes store. no toilet . So I run to Micky Ds and the door to the toilets is like from star wars and the guy on the other side and i sign language it up till he finds the master switch and we get through. only to find the toliets are closed for a whole day to clean...woah eeeewww. So I look left and theres the handicapped I open the door and blam! A man is trying to show his son how to use the sink which apparently takes a while. I meanwhile am rave stylin' the potty dance. After I return to the Godforesaken clock tower we realize thismust be the sunday that Waterford city buses dont run just like the Friday night we found that had the same dilema. So I ( world's craziest bastard) say heck lets go to Cork. Get to Cork (2 hours for 115km=bout 75 miles) and get off. I misread the map so we walk a block after recieving directions that I barely understood from a very kind Gard and go to the wrong stop wait, turn around go to the right stop. Wait get on and wait...and wait and 45 minutes later we arrive 3 blocks from where we satrted after going on a loop far larger than the map indicated all the way up to the burbs and back. Walk 2 miles, turn around, receive directions from a very smelly man. Wander a bit and then get hopeful. Finally we get to Wellington street. But the hostel is booked so tonight I'm sleeping in the tv room in our third choice which is a hostel/bar. But Cork is wonderful looking just when its so f-in full. Pardon my pidgeon French