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Glasgow

Arrival of night in the heart of Glasgow, it is eight o'clock in the dot when arriving on the waterfront from Central Station. No, this is not the beginning of a novel by train, but simply the beginning of my Scottish story. Central Station has the look of a movie in which one can well imagine a history of killing to take place there.

The arrival of this story was rather long as usual but I do not make you wait longer than that, without further delay to enter the heart of the matter. Left the train with my merry road, so we headed toward the exit of Central Station, marking the transition point for route orientation of the best ways to the youth hostel. We decide to take the subway to get closer. Once past the round of the subway, in the Scottish night, we ask passersby to tell us the way to the hostel, located a few hundred meters further. We then disembark at eleven in the little inn kept by a diamond jubilee, very friendly welcoming us with a discreet smile.

After discovering the places we take the path of downtown, and especially that of MacDonald, limited food budget, we discover the same time the city illuminated at night. Not many people in the streets, it is Thursday evening, only a few leavers box or pubs. After a short break
lunch, we travel the narrow streets of Glasgow and ask advice from about a young Scottish pub fun to be around. The Scottish accent is hard to understand, with a bad habit to roll the "r" misunderstanding within the group is generally, but with teamwork we find the first pub trendy, where the young population is rather low. The drinks are cheaper than in Ireland, everyone is pleased with its sauce. Last half an hour, we decided to leave the place into a nightclub rather trendy "rock" this time. And it was after some frenzied dancing and some games of pool fully charged we decide to close our first night in Scotland.

After a return on the stroke of three hours past, the clock was not very early, but still enough to make a jump out of bed around nine hours, then off to explore Glasgow's ten o'clock. The subway line we facilitate the movement, we begin our tour of the city by the Necropolis, or the aptly named "City of the Dead," the morbid attraction of the city. Graveyard, it is full of graves larger one than the other, aligned in a straight line. From the top of the hill you can see the industrial area and working in Glasgow who reminds us that it was in its day a model industrial city, and its counterpart Edinburgh.

After this grim walk through the alleys of the cemetery, we do a small tour of Glasgow Cathedral, which is a few steps from the Necropolis. Imposing in size and surprising by its Gothic architecture, the interior of the building is simply sublime. Visit made to the crypt and nave, we travel a few hundred meters on foot to arrive at Glasgow Green, green space along the River Clyde. There is the amazing People's Palace and Winter Gardens houses a small cafeteria, which should provide good moments of caffeinated delights to sunlight. The building covers a nice museum, which includes art objects atypical for tracing the history of both cultural, economic and political developments of the 18th century to today.

Located opposite the People's Palace fountain Doulton, which is a unique example of architecture, since it is simply the largest fountain built in terracotta in the world. It represents the emblem of the British Empire and its colonies in the top representation of Queen Victoria.

Lunchtime approach and impatient stomachs. We return side of downtown history fill us a little belly. On the way, we stopped outside a church as an important ceremony takes place allowing us to appreciate the typical Scottish held in all its colors, with men in kilts. A small bagpipe concert for the occasion, takes place at the entrance. The Scottish musician wears the guise of a certain age. After a collective demand of the group we play a French song, he decided to play us a tune Breton. The story is funny enough to be lifted and that little moment of musical intimacy will lead us to dinner.
Speaking of that, the group is separated into three: difference in taste or budget. But the good side of our operation comes with unlimited meals at Pizza Hut for a certain sum which offers room service at will with a choice of toppings more than valid. The lunch break made towards Kelvingrove Park and the Museum of Modern Art. We decide first on the advice of a French student going through the huge University of Glasgow, much more impressive and attractive than our small French universities. It features oversized foundations and is the largest universities in Scotland, especially through the reputation of its teaching centers and research.

Thus we end our day, already busy at the Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum, which contains a large collection of art and history, ranging from works by Claude Monet and Salvador Dal ì, through works of Mackintosh or ancient Egypt, works or objects tracing the history or geography. In short, a museum that is worth much more than just a detour, and certainly recommend to all lovers just for its beauty. After this visit stealthy closing time pushing us to the exit, it's time to go towards new horizons, especially that of Edinburgh.

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Curraheen Park

As in every country, we love to scratch games, the prizes, the big lottery jackpots. Here in Ireland we have a tradition that continues for years, The dogs race or greyhound race if you prefer. These races are followed by many bookmakers and inflame the eyes of a large section of the Irish population. It was therefore very interesting to go there and see what this strong interest was due. Having more room in the bus number 8 leading to the stadium, we decide to take a taxi to eight ... Ultimately, it comes back almost the same price as a taxi. Once there, he must pay 5 euros (student) to have access to the stadium. We already see some rushed to cash betting. The images of the first race pass loop on all screens. It is impressive to see the greyhounds run so fast. They can still point to 70 km / h, which is not negligible. We therefore expect the second race. The event is organized this way: we have ten consecutive strokes with six competitors in each round greyhound different (with names as atypical each other Aisling cyclone cottage emperor). Between each race, it is fifteen minutes apart. We can at least bet 2 euros, most students choose to bet these two euros on the winner of the race. Sometimes it can pay big dividends because a student has earned 21 euros just by betting four euros. You can imagine the money it can bring on a larger scale. A race can win up to 700 euros depending on the type of bet you choose. In anticipation of the race, you can read a little stress on the faces and a voltage that moves around the stadium. He is interesting to observe the different reactions and different behavior both during and after the race. The duration of each race does not go beyond 3 minutes. The time is very short because the dogs engaged one round (ranging from 250 to 600 meters depending on the breed of greyhounds) and at a surprising rate. The departure of the starting blocks is given by the signal and the passage of the rabbit to the starting line. During the race, everyone has their voice to encourage her favorite, the tension was at its height in the final straight and finish, satisfaction for some, disappointment for others, but a good time to spend together avid followers of the Irish thing.

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Some pictures of Scotland

Here are some pictures of my walk on the Scottish land before you tell the rest of my adventures! A little taste of the many gifts that can provide visuals that country rich in culture and history.

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This week I had the good idea to go to the discovery of an evening that would open the eyes and open doors previously closed to Irish culture and tradition oral which is still ongoing in the country in the name of saving a history and traditions that tend to get lost over the years. So listen with emotion and I attended an evening of tales and legends in Irish Spailpin Fanac, traditional pub located across from the Beamish Brewery. For any occasion, the evening usually pays off, that night was free and open to everyone, both say that luck was on my side that day. Presentations have been made between the facilitator and coordinator of the evening (if I may say), have followed after him at the age of the Irish already well advanced on the small stage at the pub. Facing the audience interwoven with people of every generation, the Irish gave us a true recital of Irish tales and stories, all with a mix of humor, music, singing a capella or Gaelic. Although listening comprehension we have not been favorable throughout the evening, we enjoyed the atmosphere and atmospere prevailing within this small group of well-tempered Irish have only the love of their countries to offer and to tell young people from the audience. And that love is truly ancestral to a country suffering from its history and its language that transpires over the texts and songs served. Next event in a month, and already a certainty, it will not infréquentée.

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Kinsale Irish Storytelling January 27

Tired of the previous evening, it was difficult for Sarah and me to get up on Sunday morning at the stroke of 8:30! Many in this world would not bet a single piece that I can have the courage to get up, but it's very bad about myself. It is obvious that I owe this sudden surge of desire and will to my dear friend Sarah made me decide to enjoy as it should be this sunny day. It is true that since the beginning of the year, weekends have not been kind to the side of the weather but this time it was not the same refrain. Change of verse and we are plunged into the cold morning in the streets of Cork to behold the light and shadows floating over the city and its river.

The walk ended, we are party to the discovery of Kinsale and Charles Fort's hitherto completely unknown to me. Arrived there, we take on the leadership of hard to not lose moment of this beautiful day. We take the path of the hill that takes us to the heights of Kinsale and offers a magnificent panorama of the bay and harbor.


In the distance you can see the silhouette of the fort that oozes out of the bay. The walk is pleasant under the rising sun, we come to be hot in the month of January, quite exotic. Nobody on the roads, it faces the silence of nature and the undulating waves of the sea Arrive very good, we take our tickets at the same time initiating a brief conversation with the caretaker of the fort that we made a brief lesson history, bringing the same time the city of St Malo and Charles Fort. For you must know, in fact, Charles Fort was built under the auspices of the Commissioner of the fortifications of Louis XIV and warfare specialist at headquarters, Sebastien de Vauban, who also designed the ramparts of St Malo and Lille. After a brief visit MSEE cheminenent tracing the construction of the fort and a short history of the city, we go to visit the fort itself left in the care of wildlife and flora.


The fort became the cradle of groups of birds, the man who abandoned the military fortress, restored to the status of a ghost town. Personally, I hate not to set foot in a full moon. With Sarah, we wear the outlines of the fort before embedding itself in the middle. The visit and the view of the fort are worth their heavy gold, especially when it walks in the sun. Fishing boats and sailing school are out that day, allowing us to appreciate the marriage of the bay with sun shade sails and hulls of ships sailing to the sea What is interesting observed, the small lighthouse built in the middle of the fort, with its modern architecture which respects but I would say the physoniomie of the fortress.


Starting again, we take a look at the map drawn strong mosaics in the entry that explains the distribution of different neighborhoods. On not cheerful, we take the direction of Kinsale, but this time taking the path of the road by the sea At this point, we are heading in common with a few passers-Irish who I believe as we have enjoyed this stroll.


arrived in Kinsale, quick visit to the center, cute wishes, suggesting some small houses colorful, well-typed Irish. Who appear to be very upscale marina, the town of Kinsale delivers two faces of Ireland, a typical rural side, the other rich tourism and desire. Anyway it is not without offending us ...