Dublin, the largest city in the world

Because it keeps doublin' and doublin'. That bad gag popped up a few times during our four days in Ireland. We arrived early Tuesday morning into Dublin port - which was more of a commercial hub than a leisure marina. The yacht was sandwiched in between container ferries and we had to navigate around a huge jack up rig to get in - not that welcoming! A slightly drunken looking Irish man in a speed boat whizzed out to tell us where to moor and he narrowly missed a large buoy in doing so.

We had one big night out in Dublin, to sample the local bars and as predicted ended up drinking too much Guinness and singing loudly to the Proclaimers until 2am. We also took a tour of the city, with an interesting Irish historian who clearly disliked the English. After listening to his recount of the 1916 uprising and the events around it, I understoof why. We found a bar pasted full of notes from around the world. Sam scribbled on a SGD note and we added it to the collection - only to find quite a few other Singaporeans had also hit that same pub. And we thought we were being original.