We've now in Dublin's fair city, struggling in our temporary accommodation from a lack of hot water - so no showers or shaving so far. But the place is warm enough and if we get the necessary water then all will be more than well. (Actually, the television isn't working either, but we can happily live with that lack.)
I was a bit worried as to how we would get to the place we're in from the airport, but in the event the taxi ride was a highlight of our December. The driver was incredibly helpful and awesomely loquacious. He gave us a kind of quirky guide to the city on the way in and didn't charge the full amount on his clock as he said he'd taken a slightly longer route through the centre to pass the two cathedrals and key monuments. Following that he was absolutely determined to track down the exact location at which we're staying which involved him getting on the phone to the people renting it out and cruising up and down Rathmines Lower Road until he was sure of the place. I told him as we alighted it had been the best taxi journey of my life, and I wasn't exaggerating.
Just as a matter of interest, the driver who took us from our car hire return to Terminal 3 at Manchester Airport was also very chatty and good-natured. I'm not sure that the idea that there's been a decline in people's manners over here has much foundation in reality. Nearly everyone we have met in shops & eating places has been pleasant and helpful. It makes life so much easier.
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