Mar an seanfhocail “Every day is a school day”.
Hopefully the bean an tí is making the most of the break and enjoying herself. Hi Mrs.F….
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First world problems
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It doesn’t feel first world when some fucker is accelerating towards you and a wall on one side, a ravine on the other and a boreen between.
Right of way in Italy is a game of chicken.
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Pep mugged Joyce right off here. Tried to shake his hand 4 times
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Pep’s instincts correctly telling him to avoid desperate North Galway cunts at all costs.
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Padraic very pick me there
Pep had barely got his hand back from being captured first time around. Not falling for that again.
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Me. I ordered breakfast via an app and tipped.
A fucking robot delivered it.
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Are you in Tokyo or somewhere?
a Hilton?
Funny. Same airport. Ordered a merc. They gave me a Peugeot. Fucking rallied the thing out of anger. Naples-Rome and back. Around the madness of the Amalfi Coast roads. Only had the licence three months, so the nerves were fucking shot after an hour of it, and realised there was no way off that fucking road. Ended up loving the car, to the extent that I was offered a choice between an Audi and a Peugeot a while back, and like a proper roaster, refused the Audi.
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Worse. Dublin airport.
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Dont you mean Troy Parrott International Airport?
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The car hire carpark at Naples sets the tone.
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We’ve had the opposite experience last two holidays
Ordered a seven seater and in both cases we were given a van/minibus instead which was perfect as it made transporting luggage a piece of piss and we could use the boot for extra storage, campsite trailers don’t have much room
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was it the same rental company? country
No, one in Spain and one in Italy, both were no name local/cheap companies
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Thanks, I get hosed on the minibus rentals
Twink had some good advice for ye
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I had four hours until the yanks/canadians landed and hammered it around central Naples to get on par with the level of aggression required in the driving, and the North Americans asked how I learned to drive like this an hour or so after they arrived. Baptism of fucking fire. Took them out to Vele di Scampia in the dead of night, explaining its significance when we arrived. They were very quick to signal an ‘abort mission’.
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