The Dracula Experience

(The above picture is from the coast of the North of Ireland. It has nothing to do with this entry.)

I ventured a few minutes out of town on the DART (guess what it stands for) to go to the Bram Stoker Museum. While interesting, it wasn't quite what I expected - it was very elaborately designed to scare the visitor, without great effort put into being exceptionally informative. Even so, I had a good time, and I did learn more than I knew about Bram. One can also see some of the various places that he lived in here in Dublin, though they are mostly akin to visiting Jerry's old digs in the city - now it's just someone's house.
After that it began raining, so I decided to indulge in an old Irish past time & go watch some football (i.e. soccer). I found a really cool pub on the north side of the river full of very spirited fans - who, fortunately, were rooting for the team that won. It was a lot of fun. Culturally it's a contrast to Berkeley in terms of drinking - public drunkenness isn't really as frowned upon, and it's not uncommon to see guys my age stumbling down the street as early as two or three in the afternoon.
After that it was back to the hostel to relax and write for a while. I was then able to catch a few hours of sleep before again waking up ridiculously early for no good reason - seems I've caught the insomnia bug once again. Hopefully once I resume running it'll just fade away again.
Now it's waiting for the Stepdad to return from Liverpool & unknown adventures to follow...