It’s the end of the week and I’ve been slacking on the blobbin, which means that this will be a hodgepodge roundup! YAAAAAAAY!
Here’s just a few wee things that popped into my head about NI during the past coupla days.
First item on the agenda: buses
Buses here are pretty sweet, especially for peons who can’t drive manual like moi. They’re mostly double-decker, heated, and pretty regular (every 10 min, yo). Sometimes, though, traffic gets blocked up for miles (like if a kid drops their chocolate wrapper or leaf falls from a tree). Then, you have to resign yourself to wait for 50 minutes…and just when you’re about to give up on life, three buses come at once.
The good thing is that buses have their own lanes in most parts of the city, resulting in traffic that basically looks like this:
I took the bus into the center of BEAL FEIRSTE on Wednesday, and it worked a charm. Only downside was having to listen to the likes of Sketchy McDodgy and Ratty O’Scumbag talk about their friends with STDs. If only that was a joke.
Agenda item #2: mold
Or should I say…mould? NEVER, BECAUSE I AM AN AMERICAN PATRIOT.
Mold has made cameo appearances in my previous blogs. During Japan’s rainy season, I awoke one morning to find that my entire bathroom was covered in black slime. My clothes had also seemingly rotted overnight, pocked with stink spots. I chalked it up to living in a super humid, hot climate. Oh, the age of innocence!
Winter here is chilly and wet. I naively thought that the cold would stifle any potential growth, but a few days ago my nose led me into our damp closet. There I found them — all of my clothes, besotted with fungus.
Fortunately(?), I know from experience that the rotten cheese smell washes out right away. I currently have my first of approximately 4 loads of wash in the machine. THANKS, IRELAND.
Final item on the agenda: saying goodbye
The way folks say goodbye here is part of the unique local flavor. It’s not so much the words they choose. It’s more the fact that they use 3-5 farewell salutations to do it. I am constantly suppressing my snickers when people say goodbye.
NI Rando: Cheers now, all the best, take care, bye!
NI Rando 2: Dead on, good to see yeh, safe home, God bless, bye now!
Awww. It fills my icy, moldy heart with warm fuzzehs.
And with that, let’s take it into the weekend!
With only one goodbye,