
Since I wasn’t able to go to New Grange, Alex helped me find another tour to go on this morning. I needed to find something to do to kill time since my flight to Manchester wasn’t until 8:30.
I ended up on the Wicklow Mountain tour. I was super bummed and I was not as excited as I should have been which definitely affected my experience. I had a great time but my excitement level was a little low. I had studied New Grange in school which got me excited about it. I knew nothing about the Wicklow Mountains and it looked pretty but it also looked like a lot of things I had already seen.
The tour was really good. I had a lot of fun and it had cool things to see such as the P.S. I Love You bridge and the Guinness Lake. We also went to this monastic community in Glendalough that housed of a great number of burial sites. It was still a great tour even though it wasn’t New Grange.
We made it back around 5:45 which gave me plenty of time to get to the airport. It was only about 30 minutes from the hostel. All was going well. I made it on the bus with perfect timing. Of course with such a great day something had to happen.
I ended up sitting on that darn bus for an hour and a half. So much traffic! It was unreal. I was sitting on the bus and an hour hit and I was thinking that I could literally walk faster than this bus is moving right now. I had a moment where I was greatly considering getting the heck off the bus just to make sure I made my flight.
The bus made it to the airport around 7:30 and from there the stress and anxiety about getting on that plane just got worse. First I was dropped off at the wrong terminal and I was running around like a crazy person trying to find the right terminal. I finally made it to the Ryan Air desk sweating like a pig. 35 pounds is not easy to run with. The airline people must have thought I was literally crazy but they were so helpful. It was at the desk that I learned there was some huge fire or something that caused the traffic.
I checked my bag and ran to security. Still sweating I made it through but my bag did not. Everyone was looking at me and I kept getting asked if I was okay. Obviously I was not okay. My face was red, I was dripping sweat and all I wanted was for me and all of my luggage to make it on that darn plane that was about to close its gates.
I had 10 minutes before the gates closed and my bag had to be searched. I was trying to think about what I had in my bag that wouldn’t make it through the screening, it had made it through when I flew from Glasgow and I had all the same stuff and I even remembered to empty my water during all of the running. The security man pulls out the brand new sunscreen I had bought today to prevent anymore burning of my body. I didn’t even care he could have my 10 euro sunscreen as long as he let me go.
I literally ran. No joke I was full on sprinting through the airport. It was like one of those movie scenes except I wasn’t running to tell the love of my life to stay I was simply running to catch my flight. Everyone was looking at me once again, I was still sweating in fact I was sweating even more.
I ran so fast I felt like I was running a 400 meter sprint like I used to when I was on the track team in high school. Clearly I am not in the shape I was back in the day. I arrived winded and red and sweaty again but I made it. I didn’t even care that I was about to be in close quarters smelling like I ran a marathon. I do want to thank you Coach Moe for helping me make that plane. If it wasn’t for you being a great coach and pushing me to my limits, I probably would not have made it.
I arrived in Manchester, all of my luggage arrived in Manchester and it was a successful journey. But boy did I need a drink, good thing I’m legal here.








