My last post about my road trip was just not enough to fully express how much I loved Killarney National Park (I’m a sucker for a good panorama view). So, I knew I had to post all the pictures from the trip so that you guys could share in my obsessive need to take pictures of everything! So without further ado…
Hello friends!
So for the past 9 days I’ve had the pleasure of entertaining my mom on her second trip to Ireland (the first time was in the 80’s so a lot of things have changed!). One thing we were both in agreement about was the fact that we wanted to do a road trip to see the countryside of Ireland.
It was AMAZING. Traveling in early January was great since it had the benefit of being after the Christmas rush, while still getting to see most of the beautiful decorations (like myself, the Irish people cling to their Christmas spirit well into the next month). Since the high season of travel in Ireland is usually the summer (most commonly May to late September), we got the hotels for half price and the roads/passageways were much less crowded.
We grabbed an automatic car from Budget Car Rental, which is located up in Drumcondra in Dublin (they also have a site at Dublin Airport). I would definitely recommend getting an automatic rather than a manual, even if you’ve driven a manual before. The coordination it takes just to stay on the left and navigate the tiny side roads was enough to deal with. For the four days we rented the car, it was about 250 euro, and that was with the highest level of insurance, so that gives you a bit of a price range if you’re thinking of doing a drive yourself.
Day 1:
Our first stop was the western city of Galway! I’d been before and loved the vibe, with the cobblestone streets and the young population (the NUI Galway students make up a big portion of the residents), it’s the perfect place to stop and grab a pint. We walked around the NUI Galway campus, took in the cathedral and then had dinner at the Cellar Bar.
After getting our fill of the Galway scenery, we headed out towards our first hotel, which was in the seaside village of Spanish Point. We made the mistake of waiting til nightfall to begin the journey and had the unique experience of being lost in the dark on Irish back roads! Despite my mom’s insistence that we could just pull over and sleep, I was determined not to be woken up by a cow looking in my window, and we eventually arrived at our stop for the night. We stayed at the Bellbridge House Hotel, which was right by the water and had three beds in the one room, so it could easily accommodate a bigger group. We drank our fill of beer at the in-house pub and then went for a well earned rest.
Day 2:
The next morning we made our way along the coast and towards Kerry, where we were to visit some of my distant cousins in a town called Ballylongford. We saved about 100 km of driving by taking the ferry between County Clare and County Kerry and arrived in good time to meet with my family.
With our stomachs full of tea, we drove leisurely along the coast and through back-roads until we reached Tralee and decided to stay overnight. We stayed in the Grand Hotel, which was extremely comfortable (once we figured out the trick of opening the older door), and we once again toasted our own driving skills in the pub. Let’s just say this was a beer themed trip…
Day 3:
Post-gorging ourselves on free breakfast (when you book online!) and after stuffing copious amounts of snacks into our purses for later (we were very sly), we loaded into the car for day three.
We had nothing to do and no goals or meetups planned, so we just went along the ring of Kerry, stopping whenever we wanted tea or saw something cool. We ended up going all around the waters edge, seeing glorious views (when the fog parted, damn you January weather!) and old ruins.
One such ruin was Ballycarbery Castle, which was built in the 16th century and still largely intact despite no intense efforts to preserve it. We had stopped in the town of Cahersiveen for a cup of tea and saw the signs for the castle, with a bit of help from google maps, we soon came upon the edifice, emerging from the fog along the little harbor. We were the only people there, which meant we got to take an embarrassing amount of pictures. I climbed up to the top level, which was cool but also made me very conscious of my own mortality, as the collapse of multiple walls made the cavernous dark rooms beneath the upper walkways very visible. All in all it fulfilled my Lord of the Rings fantasies and was more than worth the stop.
From there we ventured along the Ring of Kerry and eventually hit Killarney National Park, which I would 100% recommend to ANYONE coming to Ireland. The mountains and overlooks of the park were amazing, with little pullovers in the street that let you stop and admire or take pictures. There was an old abandoned church, which looked super spooky among the hills, and tons of different hiking routes. Something for basically anyone who visited. GO TO KILLARNEY NATIONAL PARK… too much enthusiasm.
The windy, twisty roads of the park had left us tired, but completely in love with the area, so we decided to bed down in the town of Killarney at the International Hotel. The staff here were the best we’d interacted with on the trip, with lots of good advice on what to do in the town. With their help, we found a pub that had live trad music on that night (the pub attached to the Killarney Grand Hotel, which I’m pretty sure has music 7 days a week) and spent an hour listening to the different Irish melodies.
Day 4:
Our fourth and final day we had a time crunch since we needed to get the car back to the rental facility by 6pm. We woke up early and headed out to Muckross Abbey, which was founded in the 15th century on a piece of land that is not on the very outer corner of Killarney National Park. Since we were there around 8:30am, we were the only visitors once again, which was fun but also a bit scary since I’ve watched way too many episodes of Ghost Hunters International. The abbey was absolutely beautiful and very well preserved. There were upper levels you could walk around in and a courtyard with a huge yew tree in the center.
Next on the agenda was the Rock of Cashel. After a two hour drive, we arrived at the town of Cashel, once again quenching our thirst with a good old pot of tea at the Bake House, which was a really cozy cafe right in the center of town.
We made our way up the hill leading to the Rock of Cashel, stopping at the little souvenir shop at the base of the monument, where we were advised by the very kind shop owner that the film they show is crap, but the tours are fantastic. So, with this in mind, we headed up and bought our tickets, wandering around the grounds until our tour started.
The shop owner was correct, the tour was really good, giving us fun little tidbits about the place and the people who had inhabited it. One of my favorite factoids was that the statue of Jesus on the cross is the only one in Ireland that has him fully clothed, as opposed to having his upper half exposed. This was because the statue was placed outside and the monks, knowing how cold Irish winter could be, didn’t want him to be exposed.
Finally it was time to make the journey back to Dublin. I will definitely be going back to the Ring of Kerry and Killarney National Park, as they’re definitely the types of places where you can find something new every time you go.
Anyway, I’ll be posting a photo-centered post after this, just because I can’t resist showing off the beautiful scenery! If you’re thinking of doing a road trip and have questions about the route we took, shoot me a message! 🙂
So after my last stroll with my camera went so well, I was ready to give it another go. We had a rare sunny (and moderately warm) day, so my flatmate and I trekked to City Centre to take a look inside Christ Church Cathedral.
As luck would have it, when we went up to pay the entrance fee, the woman at the counter told us it was free for the next five minutes! Not only that, but we got to listen to a musical ensemble practice while we looked around (which was a bit creepy when we were in the crypt with soft waltz-y music floating down the steps and echoing, but it was beautiful nonetheless).
One of my favorite things to do in Dublin is just walking around. There are so many beautiful little alleyways and houses and landscapes hiding in plain sight, so I thought I’d start doing a series called Dublin Strolls with random bits of scenery I come across around the city.
Today my flatmate Hanna and I decided to walk down to the Sandymount beach…
October is coming to an end which means one thing: Halloween. While the excitement for the holiday is not quite what it is in the States, Ireland has it’s own sort of vibe and spookiness to offer up to those Halloween enthusiasts (like myself). However, living the TV-less existence that my roommates and I suffer through, neither myself or my haunt-loving flatmate Annie, had been able to get into the spirit with classics such as Halloweentown (1 or 2, the rest are shit tbh), Scream or Hocus Pocus.
Deprived of our normal frightful entertainment to put us in the holiday mood, we decided to go on a ghostly walking tour of Dublin. After searching the internet, Annie found a group called Hidden Dublin that featured a Northside Ghost Walk. We booked our tickets and forced ourselves out of our cozy Netflix-laden beds to pursue the unknown (we really had to will ourselves to leave the house, so we tried to make it sound extra adventurous).
We started the tour outside the Church Bar, which, unsurprisingly, was a bar that had once been a church (very creative). Outside of it, what is seemingly a normal cement courtyard we learned was actually a graveyard at one point. Dublin, in a move of pure class, had taken the grave stones, piled them against the far wall of the park, and left them there, paving over the grassy area and never even removing the bodies.
Making our way to the next stop, Annie and I were excited at the thought of what was to come next after being sufficiently spooked.
What followed was indeed a scary night, but not in the way expected….
Stopping in front of a slightly decrepit building near Four Courts, our tour guide started to tell us the story of the location. However, I couldn’t tell you a word he said, because at that point I was much more interested with the group of threatening looking teenagers viciously trying to rip bikes off their locks just feet away. Four or five of them were clustered around, while one tugged violently at a nice black street bike. Myself and a few of the people in the tour group took to our phones to call the police.
The scene grew even more absurd when a man from the pub next door came out to get his bike (not the one being stolen, but still) and saw the teen ripping at the one next to his. He yelled at the boy, asking what he thought he was doing, and the kid just yelled “I’m stealing this fucking bike!” and continued on. At this point we were all flummoxed at what to do next, as none of us particularly wanted to get in a fight with a group of Irish teenagers. It was just then that the flashing lights of the police came round the corner. The boy had freed the bike seconds before and tried desperately to escape, but he was caught once he rounded the next corner (sweet, sweet justice).
Unfortunately for our tour guide, no one had listened to a word he’d said, so we continued on, more fascinated by the heist we’d witnessed than the story of the supposed ghost in the building behind us.
Next we were led to Smithfield to hear about the famous bandit who had had a series of tunnels beneath Dublin to escape capture. Obviously that hadn’t worked out quite as he’d planned when they hung him for his crimes (a common theme among many of the stories we heard that night, being a rope salesman must have been a very lucrative business in Dublin). Everything was going as planned, the group settled after the bike incident, when we noticed another group of teens (those damn Youths) clustering around the road, looking mischievous.
Seconds later, a car whipped around the corner, skidding and sliding, doing donuts around the tiny square, coming close to hitting the other teenagers as they darted out of the way laughing. When it started making it’s way towards us and the kids were running away, however, it became much less entertaining. Right as I was readying myself to book it into one of the alleys, it took a sharp turn into the luas lane and sped off. I have no idea what happened after that, as a luas came from that direction about a minute later, but it must’ve involved some creative driving and a lot of swearing from the luas driver.
At this point we were all sufficiently distracted again, so our tour guide tried desperately to capture our attention back and led us towards the next location. We stopped down a back alley in a relatively residential area. It was quite spooky, with little lighting and unkempt buildings. Our guide began the story of a witch who had lived in the house behind him, but by then the next distraction had reared it’s head (literally).
Parked parallel to our “haunted house” was a car that had obviously thought this deserted street would be suitable for some alone time. What they certainly did not expect I imagine, wass a group of 20 people coming up and standing next to them while they tried to have said alone time. I will hand it to them, they made a solid effort to pretend like they were just resting, that she was just laying her head on his lap and he just petting her hair casually, but they knew the jig was up when we were all roaring with laughter. Soon they sped off in their car, eager to escape our group and their growing embarrassment.
By now our tour guide was at the end of his rope and didn’t even care that we weren’t paying attention anymore. He told us the inspirational words that the faster he spoke and we listened, the faster we would get to the last stop: the Brazen Head pub. It was clear that we all, including him, needed a pint after all the excitement. We stopped one more time at a supposed mass grave and then speed-walked towards our final destination and beer.
All in all, it wasn’t exactly the scary tour we’d been expecting, but it did leave us with a good story. We sipped our well-deserved pints in the warmth of the old Brazen Head and listened to some good live music, and while we didn’t get our spooky ghost experience, we were still pretty content.
UNTIL A GHOST CAME OUT AND KIDNAPPED ANNIE… just kidding, we went to bed after that, can’t blame a girl for trying though *shrugs*.
This past weekend I finally took my first solo trip! Friday morning I packed up my things, loaded them all into my backpack and headed to Connolly Station. I had pre-booked my tickets from Dublin to Belfast on the Irish Rail website, which meant that I could choose a window seat (which was prime). When you order online you can collect your tickets at the station kiosks, which was really convenient and saved me having to rush to buy them on the day.
Once I’d boarded the train (nobody had booked the seat next to me #winning) it was only a 2 hour ride until we arrived into the Belfast train station. I must admit, when I first walked out of the station, I questioned my decision to travel alone just a bit. The station is in sort of an industrial area without many things around it, but once I started walking towards city centre and my hostel, things started looking better and my nerves calmed down.
The hostel I stayed at was awesome. It’s called Vagabonds and is located right between the Botanical Gardens and the city centre. I arrived at about 2pm and the staff members made me feel right at home, showing me around and letting me settle into my room. The beds and bathrooms were clean and there were tons of areas to chill out and talk to the other guests, which was nice.
My first day out I just sort of wandered around the city. It was sunny out (a rare thing) and so I ended up walking all the way to the river, at which point I was starving. I noticed a little cafe and decided I’d pop in for a coffee and some sort of snack. The shop was called the Dock Cafe and it was adorable. All mismatching chairs and couches, with a big map on the wall where you could add a push pin to where you were from and a little serenity garden in the corner.
I walked up to the counter, where a very nice man asked if I’d been there before and when I replied no he explained to me that this cafe operated on an honesty box system. You can have tea or coffee or cakes, whatever you want, and then when you’re done you put as much money as you think your meal/drink was worth into the box. That way those who can give more do, and those who can’t can still have the same treats. He also said that they welcome people to bring in their own food, or to just come in to relax.
I loved this idea and planted myself in one of the many cushy couches with a mug of coffee (my one true love) and a little cake (the runner up for one true love). After loitering for longer than I’d care to admit, I hoisted up my purse and left the cafe.
At that point I was so close to the Titanic Museum that I decided I’d try to catch the last tour, as it was already almost 4:45pm. Luck would have it that I got there just in time for the last hour of tours (they close at 6pm) and because at that point in the evening the S. S. Nomadic is closed for viewing, which is normally included in the price of the ticket, they give a special “late saver” ticket rate that only gives you access to the museum. Thus, I purchased my discounted ticket (£7.50 as opposed to to £17.50 for the normal day tickets) and went up into the exhibits.
It actually was quite a cool museum, it had tons of information on the building of the ship, as much of it’s construction occurred in Belfast, as well as some tidbits on the political and social climate of Northern Ireland/the world at the time. They had an area that projected a digital walk-through of the inside of the Titanic on three walls, so when you stood in the middle it felt like you were inside it, as well as reconstructions of the rooms.
The most powerful part in my opinion though was this dark room they had set up where a video of the Titanic sinking below the surface of the water kept playing. Along the walls were copies of the Morse Code signals that the ship sent out trying to save itself, with the responses of the ships around them. And all the while, they played audio recordings of first hand accounts, people who had been on the ship and escaped on the lifeboats, reliving the nightmare.
If you have too many feels after that (guilty) you can move onto the next room where they have a huge screen projecting video of the underwater excursions to the Titanic, which definitely piqued the science-major part of my brain and which I found really interesting (they had to travel 12,500 feet underwater to get to it, the Empire State Building is only 1,450 feet…. IMAGINE THAT).
Finally they started shuffling people along as the museum was closing soon and I headed towards my hostel. The night was relatively warm and I wasn’t keen on spending a ton of money on dinner, so I grabbed a salad from Lidl and ate it on a bench in front of City Hall, which was actually entertaining as there’s good people watching around the area (there was a Mormon missionary making a very strong attempt to save passersby, which didn’t seem to go over well in many cases).
I spent the rest of the night back at the Vagabonds beer garden, drinking a few bottles I’d picked up on the way home and chatting with my fellow travelers. The next day I was going on the Game of Thrones Tour, so I didn’t want to go too wild.
I woke up early on Saturday and headed over to the meeting spot for Game of Thrones, which would take me through the sets of the North (WINTER IS COMING) and the Twins and such. I’ll write a separate post about the GoT tour, because it was an experience indeed.
We returned to Belfast at around 6:30pm, at which point I’d been so thoroughly soaked from the full day of pissing rain that I immediately headed for a pub with a pal I’d made on the tour to enjoy some burgers and beer (an award winning combo if I do say so). When heading home, I received a message from some of the other girls in the Stint program (the program that helped me coordinate my visa/does gap years and internships). They had decided to come up to Belfast too, but hadn’t been able to leave until Saturday morning and were staying in a different hostel.
They joined me at Vagabonds where we pre-gamed with the rest of the travelers and some of the hostel staff. It was good craic and eventually the whole squad moved out to a bar/night club down the street called Lavery’s (the hostel even had vouchers they gave us that allowed us free entry which was prime). Lavery’s was insane, with multiple pub areas, outdoor beer gardens/balconies and a club-type room with a DJ and a dance floor. I would definitely recommend it for a night out in Belfast.
Sunday morning was spent nursing my hangover (thank baby Jesus for large water bottles and nutella-peanut butter sandwiches) and wandering around the Botanical Gardens and Ulster Museum, which is located within the gardens and has free entry. I then joined those lovely Stint ladies again for some good old fashioned shopping in Victoria Square Shopping Centre, which is a covered mall in city centre that is a great spot to avoid the ever-changing weather.
After spending too much money on things of questionable necessity, I finally returned to my hostel, picked up the rest of my belongings, and headed to the train station to return to Dublin! Note to the wise, since Belfast train station is quite small, people start lining up to board the train out in the ticketing area early, you can’t just walk onto the platform.
And there it is! My first solo-ish trip was a success (I had people to meet up with, but I stayed by myself). On to the next! 🙂
Hello friends!
So I wanted to take the time to write about a day trip I took recently with my gal pal Hanna. One of the best aspects of living in Dublin is how easy it is to escape the city when you need a breather and be in some of the most beautiful landscapes. Howth, a town about 30 minutes away by train, offers just such an escape.
We grabbed our tickets that day from Pearse Street Station and hopped onto the train, which took us along the coast to the little seaside town. As soon as you step out of the station and walk along the little fish shops and chippers and see the boats in the harbor, you can just feel yourself relax.
The town itself is pretty bustling, with tons of tourists and residents milling around the sidewalks and through the market (then again we went on the weekend so it might have made it more crowded). There was a cluster of people standing at the edge of the dock, looking down into the water, so we made our way over, eager to see what the commotion was all about. There, bobbing in the water, was a seal! It blinked up at us, it’s whiskered face hopeful that we’d throw some fish down. When a toddler threw an apple at it instead (so rude) it submerged itself back into the waves. With thoughts of cute underwater creatures in mind, we continued on our way.
We knew we wanted to do the cliff walk, but needed some sustenance first, so we stopped at a pub and grabbed some fish, chips and cider, which then led to thirty minutes of food-coma, which we pretending was just us appreciating the ambiance of the pub.
Once you get off the train, if you just take a left and walk all the way along the beach, you’ll eventually see the road start to veer sharply right and up a hill, that’s where the cliff walk starts (and also when your leg muscles start to feel the burn).
The views along the path are incredible, with the expanse of ocean extending out from the cliffs dotted with heather plants. Then again, they say a picture is worth a thousand words so here we are…
The entire walk took about 2 hours, but that was mostly due to the fact that we were stopping for majestic photo shoots every seven steps. It was a bit rocky and narrow at times, so good walking shoes would be a must if you’re planning on doing it.
After a questionable descent which involved us deciding to take a different path down for a “change in scenery” and then ending up in a random residential neighborhood, we finally returned to the shoreline.
We were very tired after our failed attempt at being spontaneous and decided to refuel with a good old fashioned 99 (which is soft serve with a flake stuck in it, the perfect combination of things).
If you’re thinking of a day trip, Howth is perfect. Even if you don’t feel like doing the cliff walk, there are tons of little shops and a food market that you can stroll around in, or you can just plant yourself by the beach and read a book.
Long have I fantasized about realizing my Blue Crush/Rocket Power dreams and learning how to surf. Living on Long Island Sound in the USA meant, yes, we had the beach, but unless a particularly hefty individual cannon-balled, you were unlikely to see a wave that would crest above your knee. Thus, when the opportunity arose for me to go on a surfing trip here in Ireland, I jumped at the chance.
Bundoran is a town on the very upper tip of the west coast which borders the Atlantic Ocean and is known as a surf haven. We went through TurfnSurf, which is a company based in the town that provides hostel stays and surf lessons. A very nice woman met us in City Centre and boarded us onto a pre-booked coach bus. The bus took us from Dublin, all the way to Bundoran, which was about three and a half hours. Little did I know the quickest route is through Northern Ireland, so when I started seeing Union Jack flags scattered about the countryside, I was a bit confused. While this detail may mean little to you it does mean that if you have an Irish sim card, TURN OFF YOUR DATA while you’re passing through (learn from my mistakes, for the sake of your mobile bill).
The trip was quite easy, with the bus driver making stops for bathroom breaks and snacks (which ended up being more of a curse than a blessing as for the rest of the trip there were various scents wafting thorough the bus ranging from cheese and onion crisps to coffee). We arrived at the hostel, which was in a choice location, with the shore right across the street and the town just a short walk away, and were taken inside by an employee of the company.
In the week leading up the the trip, we’d been emailed by the organizer giving us more details about the schedule. They also said we’d be greeted on arrival with a glass of complementary wine (yas yas yas yas). However, there was no wine in sight by the time we had all moved into our rooms, and when I was voted to be the emissary of those waiting for free alcohol, the Hostel employee told me that the bus was late so they cancelled the free wine (???????). In my opinion that would be a reason for more wine not less, so after that initial disappointment we retired to our room so we could rest up for the next day.
The rooms were quite nice, we got a double and it had two beds, a TV and our own bathroom with towels. Granted, the TV only showed Irish soap operas, but that was as entertaining as anything else I’ve seen on Irish networks to be honest.
The next morning we woke up and headed downstairs for breakfast (which was included, cue my wallet breathing a sigh of relief) and consisted of cereal, toast and some tea/coffee. Afterwards we headed back to our rooms to change into bathing suits and head down to grab wet suits.
The surf instructors chatted with us and sized us up for our wet suits, laughing as we timidly took the body-conforming garments.
Cue the worst part of surfing: putting on a cold wet suit. Honestly though, the biggest downside of this trip was tugging that freezing slab of fabric over my limbs. If there were ever a time that I’ve felt like a sausage, it was that moment as I was zipped into the casing that would keep me warm for the next three hours.
It was then we were loaded into the car and zoomed over to the shoreline where we unloaded the boards and plopped them down on the sand. The instructors were really funny and nice, constantly making jokes and giving helpful tips. They showed us the technique for popping up on the board on land and had us practice a few times. After a little safety brief (always protect your face when you fall, save the money maker!!) we strapped on the ankle cord and made our way into the surf.
The water wasn’t too cold and the wet suits, despite my misgivings at the beginning, kept us really warm. Soon enough I was standing and falling on a loop, I was even the first person to stand and surf a wave (cue victory dance). While I’d expected it to be really difficult, it was actually pretty easy to pick up, especially with the instructors around to give you little tips and tricks. The best part was no one was an expert, so any time anyone stood up on the board or surfed for awhile, the whole group cheered and got a little thrill out of it. The weather was mildly sunny too, which elevated the mood.
Surfing turned out to be one of those things that is fun even when you’re bad at it, which can’t be said for a lot of water activities.
After about three hours, we lugged our boards back onto the beach and set off back to the hostel. Hanna and I grabbed lunch at a little cafe down the street (which was good because after three hours of surfing I was SO HUNGRY) and then spent the rest of the day walking along the beach and exploring the town. There’s a nice little walking path that goes along the cliffs that you can access from the downtown area which is good for your free time after surfing.
We then headed back to the hostel, where they were hosting a little barbecue. Though we’d been told they were going to have the barbecue, they didn’t tell us that in order to attend it cost ten euro, which we happily paid, but the one thing that could be said about our booking was there were the little surprises (see *wine) and inconveniences that could’ve been avoided if we’d just been a little bit more informed, but that’d be my only complaint about the trip itself. The BBQ was pretty cool, with all you could eat burgers, hot dogs and salads. It was BYOB, but one of the surf instructor’s bands played, which was pretty entertaining. People started dancing towards the end (once they’d had a few drinks in them) and then the whole crew went down the street to a pub called Chasin’ Bull to continue the party.
The next morning we woke up (a little bit more sore than previously) and made our way downstairs again for breakfast. The day was so windy that we had to be shuttled to a different beach where the waves were supposedly smaller. And let me tell you, if those were the small waves, I’d hate to see the big ones. We trekked towards the rioting waves which came up all the way to the rocks and left no part of the beach untouched. I must admit, every lifeguard instinct in me was telling me not to go in the water. There was a pretty strong current going and I was (embarrassingly) clinging to the shore with my surfboard lagging behind me.
One of the instructors noticed and came over, reassuring me that, no, I was not going to die a horrible watery death like the mental images I was conjuring. With a bit more encouragement from him, I finally sloshed through the water and gave it a go, riding a admittedly small wave all the way in. With that all my fears subsided, the waves were pretty big, but the water was shallow and it was easy to jump over them if you weren’t ready.
The second day turned out to be even more fun because there was far less waiting around for the waves to come, and thus far less time to think about basking sharks (which you should definitely google because they are hideous and live in the Irish waves).
After another three hours we were driven back to the hostel where we had a few hours to pack up our stuff and grab a bite to eat. We went to a pub down the street called Maddens Bridge Bar, where we were served cold beer and the best pub fare I’ve had since being in Ireland (their chicken was delicious). When we had been thoroughly stuffed, we returned to the hostel and boarded the three hour bus back to Dublin.
So there it is, my surf weekend! I would definitely recommend TurfnSurf if you’re thinking of a weekend trip to Bundoran. Here’s some of the pictures they took to prove I actually did go in the water…
So once you get your PPS number sent to you you’ll be ready to send off your form 12A. This is the second to last step in the process, which will then allow you to set up your bank account (yas).
***UPDATE: So as of 2017, the 12A has morphed into the form 12 which you can do online on your revenue.ie account. When you sign up for revenue.ie, it takes five business days for them to send you your password in the mail (assuming you don’t have an Irish drivers license, which if you do fair play to you, but the rest of us peons need to wait). Once you get your password you can set up your account fully and have access to all the revenue features online!
The form is is similar to to the W-9 if you’re from the US, essentially you’re filling out your information (where you live, how many dependents you have, whether you’re married or single, your income) to figure out how much you should be taxed and how much credit you’re owed in future.
You can find the link to the 12A pdf on the Revenue website here and I would recommend printing it out sooner rather than later and having it all filled in and ready to go so that when your PPS arrives, you can shoot down to the post office right away.
All in all it’s a pretty basic form, make sure you know your gender and marital status! But what’s important is that it will act as your formal proof of address when you’re registering for your bank account.
I sent it in on a Saturday and it came back in about two weeks, so it does take a bit of time to process (thought that makes it even better when it actually comes, I may or may not have done a celebratory dance outside the mailbox).
Side note, if you already have a job at this point, you may have notice that about half of your paychecks are being taken as emergency taxes, which are basically the work of the devil. Don’t fret however, once you get your 12A sorted, you can call into revenue and let them know you need to be taken off of emergency taxes, their number is 1890 333 425. Once you do this, your next paycheck will return all the unwarranted taxes taken from you (which will make you feel like you’re rolling in dough when you get it).
Next up is the bank account, which I’ll be posting about soon, and which I’ve just succeeded in acquiring *bring in the dancing lobsters.* More to come my friends…
So, in keeping with the informative post theme that I’ve got going on lately, I’ve decided to write a bit about the PPS appointment, which is the third to last step (don’t give up yet, move towards the light!!). Assuming that you find yourself a job, you’ll need a PPS number, which stands for personal public service number, in order to do the fun stuff like get paid (which is always the end goal) and pay taxes (not so much the end goal).
Unlike the GNIB, which is a big shit-show of people vying for appointments and spots in the line, your PPS appointment will be something scheduled and organized. In order to get an appointment though, you have to make an account on MyWelfare, which is the Irish site which deals with public services. BUT in order to access MyWelfare you have to use your account information from MyGovID, which is confusing but is pretty much the same account details.
There’s a link in the left hand corner of the MyGovID page which says “register,” which’ll lead you to the sign up process where you can input all your information. From there, you’ll see an icon on your MyWelfare dashboard which says “Appointments,” which is where you’ll need to go to reserve your spot.
I would recommend going on and making your appointment as soon as possible. I went in and did it right after the GNIB because usually there’s nothing open until the following month. You can always go in and cancel or change the date of your appointment, but getting in as early as possible means that you can sooner be paid and set up your bank account.
When the time comes for you to go to your meeting, you’ll need official proof of ID (which means get out that passport) and a document proving your employment/address in Ireland. Make sure your proof of employment document has your address on it, if you’re requesting it from your employer, make sure they have it on there. Most employers will know how to write a formal letter of employment, but there are tons of templates online that you could fill out and just send to them to fill in their details and sign.
*Also note the address of your appointment, there are two PPS offices in Dublin, one is The Intreo Centre 197-199 Parnell St in Dublin 1 and the other is D’Olier House on D’Olier St in Dublin 2. I went to the latter office, it’s between the Spar and the Ashfield Hostel.*
Once you get there you’ll check in and fill out a sheet with basic information like your name, birth date, address, etc. Then, they’ll call you up to a desk (for me it took less than 10 mins to have my name called) where they’ll ask you for a lot of the same information you filled out on the sheet. You’ll have to present your passport and proof of employment document so they can take scans. The woman who spoke with me also called my employer just to confirm I worked with them, so let your boss know when your appointment is just in case they call.
After all the documents are scanned and you’ve answered all the questions you’ll be free to go! They’ll send your PPS number along (it took me about 5 business days to get it) along with a PPS ID card, which comes a bit later.
Once you get your PPS number, however, you’ll be ready to send in your form 12A, which I’ll post about next, which is important because it is one of the few documents you can use as official proof of address in order to open your bank account.
All in all, by this point you’re probably wanting to pull your hair out, but that wouldn’t be good for all your future Facebook pictures from various scenic Irish locations. So take a deep breath, make some tea, buy and eat a whole roll of chocolate digestives and keep on going.
So here’s a majestic picture of the Cliffs of Moher to inspire you…
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