I was in Drogheda in County Louth 3 Sundays ago. The city was hosting Fleadh Cheoil na hÉireann which means All-Ireland Music Festival. Every year since 1951, Irish traditional music competition is held week-long in this event. As mentioned in Wikipedia, “the goal of Fleadh Cheoil is to establish standards in Irish traditional music through competition.”
I’ve always been drawn to Irish music and culture (a bit more curious though). I love how Irish are so nationalistic- how much of a fanatic they are of their own culture, which is a character very important as a nation.
So, I was there in the streets of Drogheda city center. Though I only have a short time there, I enjoyed going through the crowd and feeling the festivity and listening and stomping with the beat of Irish music.
Enjoy the photos I snapped around.
News articles are circulating with reports on how successful that festival was in Drogheda that next year the city is hosting it again. Kudos to everyone for making it as successful as it is.
FOREWARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS LOADS OF PICTURES. ENJOY!
FOREWARNING 2: THIS POST IS WAY WAY OVERDUE.
Wandering around the Dublin is more like a hobby to me now. Aside from going to the shops, I enjoy seeing tourists, locals and everyone passing by as it gives me a sense of mystery– like these different people have their own stories to tell.
Una brought me to Powerscourt House and Gardens in August last year. The place was breath-taking. From whichever direction I pointed my eyes to, the scenery was just lovely.
The other weekend, I went solo to Howth Harbour to check out the Dublin Bay Prawn Festival. I came to know of this on Facebook. I was very excited about it because I was looking forward to tasting seafood in a while, was curious about the festival in general, and it was my first time to visit Howth.
We had a blast weekend! Agatha and I had our very first tour of Ireland (outside of Dublin). We booked it online with Healy Tours for only €90 each. That price is cheap considering it covered a two-day trip and an overnight accommodation.
From our traipsing, I got around 700 pictures. I know that’s a lot but that includes photos of garbage bins, blurred captures, and everything else that I still need to sort. So for now, here’s a peep of the fun we had in Galway and County Clare.
At the windy Cliffs of Moher
A bank holiday plus a shining warm sun– the perfect formula to carry out our plan to visit the nearest beach and see a castle.
It’s immigration day! We had to wake up early to see the bureau. I set the alarm 3:30am but I woke up about 13mins late. Good thing Agatha woke up early (as she always does), and she right away prepared our breakfast and lunch packs for the day.
At 4:58am, we reached Burgh Quay /ˈbʌrə kiː/ by a taxi, which our lovely host Una prebooked that night. I was 11th in the queue. That’s good a news, I thought. What disturbed us a lot, however, was the very cold dawn weather. I have three layers on for my top and two layers for my bottoms, equipped with gloves and scarf and bonnet but that was not enough. The icy cold wind was penetrating. Sitting on the equally ice cold pavement made me feel more freezing. So, after just a few minutes of sitting, I was standing and swinging in place while waiting for the office to open.
10:04 am, I’m done and I have my registration complete. And we’re off to run some errands and roam around the city.