Circling around the airport for an hour or so, hoping the weather would warm up, proved ineffective. This was our first sighting of Ireland, and a year's worth of expectations were about to have their initial test.
While Maggie waited for Jason the courier to come for half our luggage {to be delivered to a youth hostel closer to Waterford}, Dom, Niamh and Malachy set off to find, then catch the Blue Bus to Dublin. Taking advantae of the endemic lack of signage, Dom had the three of them waiting at the wrong bus stop, just long enough for the cold change to hit Dublin Airport.
As the cold change became a blizzard, Dom, Mac and Ni' found themselves stranded in an unexpected snow storm, without suitable weather protective clothing, still unsure which bus was ours, trying to push up an interminable ramp at a speed acceptable to a child with no right ventricle, while carrying seven bags. I couldn't help noticing the snow was parallel to the ground, which I took to mean the God's were keen to penetrate any detectable gaps in our clothing.
The trip to the centre of town was spent wondering "what have we got ourselves into".
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