Cheers,
LJLA
16 years ago
Friday, July 25, 2008
Let's go get a P!
Not much today. Yesterday was spent writing a take-home test and the last final is this morning in a little bit more than an hour. After that, it's packing time and one last hoorah (HOO-RAH!) tonight. Either tomorrow or after my travels back to the States I will hopefully be able to provide some perspective on the month.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Irish Food and a Mile Run
Yesterday's post was all for the dorm lovers. Today, we'll cover something interesting for those people that love to eat. Yummy. Below are pictures of several meals that I have consumed in Ireland. I had several great meals during the first week before I decided to document the meals. My favorite of the entire trip was an Irish Angus Steak at Locke's. It was cooked perfect and thick and juicy. Plus it cost 24 Euro. It had better be good. Here are the rest of the meals that highlighted the trip.
BBQ Ribs at Thunder Road Cafe in Dublin. We had not eaten all day so I was slightly famished. I ordered ribs thinking I'd get a rack or two, but they gave me three. With a lot of determination and a determined will, I made it through. All in all, good meat and the ribs were cooked well with a nice sauce.
The final damage:
For July 4, the entire group ate together at a boxty restaurant. Several people in our group had boxty before, but they said this was different than what they were used to. For those who don't know what a boxty is, here you go. My boxty was filled with chicken and covered in a nice creamy sauce. Pretty solid.
During the Heritage Road Trip, we ate lunch at a small local restaurant that had a great Sunday special. I went with the lamb and mint. You can tell we were in the United Kingdom when we ate because the meal had an English feel with the peas and carrots. Overall it was pretty solid. I also had a little Irish tea to go with the meal but did not care for it, even after adding the milk.
For dessert in Irvingstown, I had warm apple pie with a custard sauce. It was really good, but after the lamb and the fried mushrooms I had as an appetizer, I was getting pretty full.
For dinner in Cork on Friday, I went with a traditional Irish meal. This included steak, eggs, mushrooms, chips, and black pudding. Most everyone here hates black pudding. I didn't find it that bad.
During our excursion to Galway, we ate at a basement restaurant called The Mustard. (This is where the Nebraska girl was our waitress). They had an ostrich burger on the menu. I tried it. It didn't taste that different than a normal hamburger and plus it had a lot of toppings on it so, it was difficult to gauge the true flavor of the meat. It was solid nonetheless.
Perhaps the greatest week for trying good Irish food was this last week. One professor took us out for dinner on Tuesday, Wednesday's dinner was paid for by the University of Limerick and we will also get a "free" meal on Friday. I say "free" because it is coming out of the surplus money we have in our study abroad budget. So really we paid for it, but it tastes much better not thinking about it.
On Tuesday, I opted for the Irish sirloin steak. Again, good stuff. It was covered in a pepper sauce and had lots of onions and mushrooms on top. I still say Locke's steak was better, but this wasn't too shabby.
On Wednesday night, we went to a small village Killaloe for dinner. We ate at Gosser's cafe (Which wins the silver medal for best name, just behind The Hurler) After missing out on the lamb on Tuesday — they had only one to cook, so a lot of our group opted for lamb Tuesday night. Again, no complaints here. After nearly making the mistake of ordering it medium well, the dish came with a slice of nice tender meat with a rice/mushroom/onion mix in the middle. I'm running out of adjectives to describe good food, so we'll leave it at that.
For dessert, I had warm apple pie. It was supposed to be homemade, but the lady that made the pies was out sick. I couldn't tell the difference.
Live Update:
Wednesday also included a trip to the Limerick District Court. As the court in Dublin, it was hard to hear, but we could understand the gist of what was happening. Also, we saw (or didn't see) two big events while we were at the courthouse. We were up in the balcony so we couldn't see the guy with the guards, but we did see a bunch of people arrested for DUI and theft. One common trait, they all wore wind pants. Here you can read up on what happened while we were at court.
http://www.irishtimes.com/newspaper/breaking/2008/0723/breaking48.htm
http://www.limerickleader.ie/news/Faction-fighting-near-Limerick-courthouse.4314953.jp
After dinner came the last big event of the night -- a little event we call the beer mile. Jillian (the one who had done this before), Ramsey and I undertook the adventure. We scoped out the UL track and determined how it was going to go down because the idea is to get in, do it and get out without drawing any attention or getting caught.
For the event, I drank Red Bull, Jillian had Carling and Ramsey had Tuborg. The idea is to drink four beverages and run four laps as quickly as you can. It is difficult. By the third lap, your stomach is full of liquid and you are burping quite a bit. I know it isn't that healthy, but it was a lot of fun. I was the only one to actually finish the race (8 minutes, 15 seconds), but the full dinner and the larger than normal cans made it difficult for the other two. After a 1.5-mile walk back the body began returning to normal and I actually fell asleep with reasonable ease less than two hours later. It was a good night. I don't know if I will do it again, but I can check it off the list.
BBQ Ribs at Thunder Road Cafe in Dublin. We had not eaten all day so I was slightly famished. I ordered ribs thinking I'd get a rack or two, but they gave me three. With a lot of determination and a determined will, I made it through. All in all, good meat and the ribs were cooked well with a nice sauce.
The final damage:
For July 4, the entire group ate together at a boxty restaurant. Several people in our group had boxty before, but they said this was different than what they were used to. For those who don't know what a boxty is, here you go. My boxty was filled with chicken and covered in a nice creamy sauce. Pretty solid.
During the Heritage Road Trip, we ate lunch at a small local restaurant that had a great Sunday special. I went with the lamb and mint. You can tell we were in the United Kingdom when we ate because the meal had an English feel with the peas and carrots. Overall it was pretty solid. I also had a little Irish tea to go with the meal but did not care for it, even after adding the milk.
For dessert in Irvingstown, I had warm apple pie with a custard sauce. It was really good, but after the lamb and the fried mushrooms I had as an appetizer, I was getting pretty full.
For dinner in Cork on Friday, I went with a traditional Irish meal. This included steak, eggs, mushrooms, chips, and black pudding. Most everyone here hates black pudding. I didn't find it that bad.
During our excursion to Galway, we ate at a basement restaurant called The Mustard. (This is where the Nebraska girl was our waitress). They had an ostrich burger on the menu. I tried it. It didn't taste that different than a normal hamburger and plus it had a lot of toppings on it so, it was difficult to gauge the true flavor of the meat. It was solid nonetheless.
Perhaps the greatest week for trying good Irish food was this last week. One professor took us out for dinner on Tuesday, Wednesday's dinner was paid for by the University of Limerick and we will also get a "free" meal on Friday. I say "free" because it is coming out of the surplus money we have in our study abroad budget. So really we paid for it, but it tastes much better not thinking about it.On Tuesday, I opted for the Irish sirloin steak. Again, good stuff. It was covered in a pepper sauce and had lots of onions and mushrooms on top. I still say Locke's steak was better, but this wasn't too shabby.
On Wednesday night, we went to a small village Killaloe for dinner. We ate at Gosser's cafe (Which wins the silver medal for best name, just behind The Hurler) After missing out on the lamb on Tuesday — they had only one to cook, so a lot of our group opted for lamb Tuesday night. Again, no complaints here. After nearly making the mistake of ordering it medium well, the dish came with a slice of nice tender meat with a rice/mushroom/onion mix in the middle. I'm running out of adjectives to describe good food, so we'll leave it at that.
For dessert, I had warm apple pie. It was supposed to be homemade, but the lady that made the pies was out sick. I couldn't tell the difference.
Live Update:
Wednesday also included a trip to the Limerick District Court. As the court in Dublin, it was hard to hear, but we could understand the gist of what was happening. Also, we saw (or didn't see) two big events while we were at the courthouse. We were up in the balcony so we couldn't see the guy with the guards, but we did see a bunch of people arrested for DUI and theft. One common trait, they all wore wind pants. Here you can read up on what happened while we were at court.
http://www.irishtimes.com/newspaper/breaking/2008/0723/breaking48.htm
http://www.limerickleader.ie/news/Faction-fighting-near-Limerick-courthouse.4314953.jp
After dinner came the last big event of the night -- a little event we call the beer mile. Jillian (the one who had done this before), Ramsey and I undertook the adventure. We scoped out the UL track and determined how it was going to go down because the idea is to get in, do it and get out without drawing any attention or getting caught.
For the event, I drank Red Bull, Jillian had Carling and Ramsey had Tuborg. The idea is to drink four beverages and run four laps as quickly as you can. It is difficult. By the third lap, your stomach is full of liquid and you are burping quite a bit. I know it isn't that healthy, but it was a lot of fun. I was the only one to actually finish the race (8 minutes, 15 seconds), but the full dinner and the larger than normal cans made it difficult for the other two. After a 1.5-mile walk back the body began returning to normal and I actually fell asleep with reasonable ease less than two hours later. It was a good night. I don't know if I will do it again, but I can check it off the list.
Cheers,
LJLA
LJLA
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
The Great Brookfield Hall
Not much happening today.
So you get a filler post. I had been meaning to post something about my room so you can see the luxurious accommodations we have in Limerick. I also have a filler post coming about some of the exciting meals I have eaten while over here.
We'll start with a picture from the foyer of the apartment. The Absurdly Long Hallway on the left leads to the entrance and my apartment door is on the right here. The Absurdly Long Hallway always makes for great fun whenever someone knocks on the door and it takes at least 20 seconds to get there.
This is from the corner of the Absurdly Long Hallway. The door you see on the left goes to Jake's room and the door on the right is the kitchen/living room. For being a simple two-bedroom apartment, there are way too many doors in the apartment. After coming into the initial entrance, you have to open another door to get to either Jake or my room or the kitchen/living room. In addition, Jake has another door separating the foyer from his bedroom. Way too many doors.
This is the kitchen area of the apartment with the door on the right that leads to the foyer. Note the great placement of the refrigerator. If we want to keep the door open then we block the access to the fridge. The kitchen has a range, stove and a scattering of random pots and pans. There were three plates, five glasses and six forks. We had to provide our own dish soap and condiments. Also, there was no dishwasher.
The other side of the kitchen/living room. The television was small and received about eight channels on 10 stations. We got three BBC channels, two channels of RTE, MTV Germany and Eurosport and SkyNews. Several of the stations appeared on multiple channels and came in quite fuzzy. The screwy part is that several of our roommates received completely different channel lineups.
This is my bedroom. A good-sized bed, but by no means is it comfortable. The room also has about 10 yards of empty space between the bed/desk and the window. This area became my souvenir collection area. Another weird quirk of the apartment is that my room and Jake's are nowhere near the same size. I have a regular-sized be and he has a twin. He is also missing the extra space inside the room.
The trade-off is in the bathrooms. Jake has a nice spacious area while I have the bathroom below. It is small. Another issue is hot water. Jake's has a constant supply while my hot water is set on a timer. It wasn't until the third week that I discovered this and figured out how to mess with the settings. Before that, it was hit or miss on whether I was going to take a warm shower. Always made for an interesting morning.
And that's Brookfield hall. In addition to the poorly designed rooms, the laundry is also a rip-off. They charge 5 Euros for a wash and dry. And you have to buy tokens when the desk is open. Plus they don't refill the soda machine and it is at least a half-mile away from the bus stop and a mile and half away from anything resembling a store. Needless to say, Brookfield won't be one of the selling points when I tell other students about studying abroad.
Live Update: We went out tonight with our professors. Apparently, we had extra money left in our budget so the program bought us dinner and we also had our drinks paid for. We went to Duggan's Pub where they have traditional Irish music. It was a lot of fun to hang out with all of our professors outside the classroom. After Duggan's, we went to another late-night bar, with our Irish professor, who isn't much older than we are. The night ended late, but we get to sleep in tomorrow because we are going to the courts. Weeeeee.
Cheers,
LJLA
So you get a filler post. I had been meaning to post something about my room so you can see the luxurious accommodations we have in Limerick. I also have a filler post coming about some of the exciting meals I have eaten while over here.
We'll start with a picture from the foyer of the apartment. The Absurdly Long Hallway on the left leads to the entrance and my apartment door is on the right here. The Absurdly Long Hallway always makes for great fun whenever someone knocks on the door and it takes at least 20 seconds to get there.
This is from the corner of the Absurdly Long Hallway. The door you see on the left goes to Jake's room and the door on the right is the kitchen/living room. For being a simple two-bedroom apartment, there are way too many doors in the apartment. After coming into the initial entrance, you have to open another door to get to either Jake or my room or the kitchen/living room. In addition, Jake has another door separating the foyer from his bedroom. Way too many doors.
This is the kitchen area of the apartment with the door on the right that leads to the foyer. Note the great placement of the refrigerator. If we want to keep the door open then we block the access to the fridge. The kitchen has a range, stove and a scattering of random pots and pans. There were three plates, five glasses and six forks. We had to provide our own dish soap and condiments. Also, there was no dishwasher.
The other side of the kitchen/living room. The television was small and received about eight channels on 10 stations. We got three BBC channels, two channels of RTE, MTV Germany and Eurosport and SkyNews. Several of the stations appeared on multiple channels and came in quite fuzzy. The screwy part is that several of our roommates received completely different channel lineups.
This is my bedroom. A good-sized bed, but by no means is it comfortable. The room also has about 10 yards of empty space between the bed/desk and the window. This area became my souvenir collection area. Another weird quirk of the apartment is that my room and Jake's are nowhere near the same size. I have a regular-sized be and he has a twin. He is also missing the extra space inside the room.
The trade-off is in the bathrooms. Jake has a nice spacious area while I have the bathroom below. It is small. Another issue is hot water. Jake's has a constant supply while my hot water is set on a timer. It wasn't until the third week that I discovered this and figured out how to mess with the settings. Before that, it was hit or miss on whether I was going to take a warm shower. Always made for an interesting morning.
And that's Brookfield hall. In addition to the poorly designed rooms, the laundry is also a rip-off. They charge 5 Euros for a wash and dry. And you have to buy tokens when the desk is open. Plus they don't refill the soda machine and it is at least a half-mile away from the bus stop and a mile and half away from anything resembling a store. Needless to say, Brookfield won't be one of the selling points when I tell other students about studying abroad.
Live Update: We went out tonight with our professors. Apparently, we had extra money left in our budget so the program bought us dinner and we also had our drinks paid for. We went to Duggan's Pub where they have traditional Irish music. It was a lot of fun to hang out with all of our professors outside the classroom. After Duggan's, we went to another late-night bar, with our Irish professor, who isn't much older than we are. The night ended late, but we get to sleep in tomorrow because we are going to the courts. Weeeeee.
Cheers,
LJLA
Monday, July 21, 2008
Here Nessie, Nessie, Nessie
After a brief stint out on the town on Friday night, we continued our Scottish adventure on Saturday with a tour of the Scottish Highlands that culminated at Loch Ness. I didn't really know what this tour was all going to entail, but why not.
We boarded a bus near the Edinburgh Castle at 8 a.m. and were off to the Highlands. The first sight was the Stirling Castle, where William Wallace won the first of his major battles. We continued along before stopping for breakfast at a small Scottish town. The interesting bit about traveling in a giant tour bus is the group was full of Americans and other foreigners. Most of the bus was full of a group of students from Georgia Tech that were studying at Oxford. And then I found $5.
As we were driving the Scottish weather played games with us. It would drizzle for short stretches and then we'd go around a bend in the road and it would be sunny. The roads we took in our huge tour bus were quite similar to the ones that we drove in our Ireland car trip. Except for this time, it felt like we were careening off the road. Our tour guide, Dave, told us lots of stories as well as interjecting his political spin a couple of times. For example, he went off on a tangent about the vast amount of money the Scottish government spent on building its new Parliament building. He contrasted this with a small, thatched-roof primary school building in Fort William.
Our driver was a real character. He dropped several other great lines on the trip, such as when talking about whether or not to take the boat ride on Loch Ness "If you went to the Moon, wouldn't you walk on it?" About kilts: "The ladies always ask me what is worn under my kilt. I tell them nothing is worn, everything is in great working condition." He was a corker. He was good, but here are the two other guides that were part of the same company. As you can see we missed having both a true Scotsman and Santa as our guide.
Once we got into the Highlands the mountains jutted out of the ground and disappeared just as quickly. It wasn't the typical mountains I am used to in the Rockies, but it more like each mountain was a separate geographical figure that stuck out of the plains. It made for a very dynamic landscape (which might be the vaguest description ever). Each mountain usually had several streams that flowed down and into a stream at the foot of the mountain. It really was quite breathtaking. We also saw a bunch of bike and hiking trails. It would have been really awesome to take a day trip through the area on a bicycle. Take a look and you can see the stream on the jutting mountain on the right (which was taken through a window on the bus):
The bus ride continued and we made surprisingly few stops. Instead, we looked at everything out the windows and rarely exited the bus. The one spot we did stop was the Three Sisters. These mountains and the surrounding areas were used in the Harry Potter movies and Highlander. I have not seen either of those movies so I can only imagine how sweet they are. I will take your word on it.
After another hour or so and a stop for lunch outside Fort William, we made it Loch Ness. The place is pretty huge. The lake is long and skinny as it stretches for 23 miles and is just over a mile wide. I think it is somewhat comparable to Lake McConaughy, which is 24 miles long by four miles wide. The major difference is McConaughy is only 142 feet deep while Loch Ness sinks as low as 750 feet at its deepest point.
On our boat ride, we went out into the waters of Loch Ness. The waters of the Loch Ness are very dark. This comes from the drain off of the peat from the surrounding areas. The dark waters add tot he mystery of the Loch and make it impossible to see the bottom of the water even in shallow areas. We rode to the Urquhart Castle, an old Scottish stronghold from the Jacobite era. It was torn down by the English long ago, but the ruins still stand. Because we were running late on time due to screwy traffic we didn't have time to stop and walk about the castle. I'm sure it was like others we had seen, but only with a Scottish flag.
After a short stop at the gift shop, we were back on the road. We took the highway back to Edinburgh and made a good time. The journey up was interesting and we got to see a lot of the countryside, but it felt like we didn't see everything we could have. And we didn't catch Nessie. Oh well.
The only regret of the day was not visiting Edinburgh Castle. We walked around it several times, but never went in. This adds to my list of places that I almost visited, but not quite. Topping the list is the Roman Coliseum, which Nathan and I missed out on going to twice. A close second is Sacre Coeur Basilica in Paris, which was right next to our hostel, but the stairs up to it were too many for Nathan.
With the hotels in Edinburgh filling up for the high tourist season, our posse went back to Glasgow for Saturday night. We found a nice relaxed pub to start the evening before heading off to Frankenstein on the recommendation of our waiter. Frankenstein was a dance club with plenty of seating areas. And also about a half dozen bachelorette parties - they were everywhere. By the end of the night, we were swing dancing with one group and made their night. I'm quite sure of it. A little Burger King at 3 a.m. on our way home capped off the evening.
On Sunday, we walked around Glasgow a bit before we had to head out to the airport. One of the tour books we had recommended a market area, but when we got there it was essentially a flea market with tons of crap for sale. We call it culture. We countered the film from the market by going to the Gallery of Modern Art. Interesting stuff. A quick bite and a little shopping and we were back to Ireland and Shannon Airport.
Live Update: It's Tuesday and only a few days left here. Tonight we are going out to dinner and drinks with Dean Pierce and we might actually start studying for the finals. Tomorrow we are going to the courts to watch an Irish trial in district court. I hope to do a little bit of shopping and buy a new duffel bag for all the new stuff. Last chance for souvenir requests.
We boarded a bus near the Edinburgh Castle at 8 a.m. and were off to the Highlands. The first sight was the Stirling Castle, where William Wallace won the first of his major battles. We continued along before stopping for breakfast at a small Scottish town. The interesting bit about traveling in a giant tour bus is the group was full of Americans and other foreigners. Most of the bus was full of a group of students from Georgia Tech that were studying at Oxford. And then I found $5.As we were driving the Scottish weather played games with us. It would drizzle for short stretches and then we'd go around a bend in the road and it would be sunny. The roads we took in our huge tour bus were quite similar to the ones that we drove in our Ireland car trip. Except for this time, it felt like we were careening off the road. Our tour guide, Dave, told us lots of stories as well as interjecting his political spin a couple of times. For example, he went off on a tangent about the vast amount of money the Scottish government spent on building its new Parliament building. He contrasted this with a small, thatched-roof primary school building in Fort William.
Our driver was a real character. He dropped several other great lines on the trip, such as when talking about whether or not to take the boat ride on Loch Ness "If you went to the Moon, wouldn't you walk on it?" About kilts: "The ladies always ask me what is worn under my kilt. I tell them nothing is worn, everything is in great working condition." He was a corker. He was good, but here are the two other guides that were part of the same company. As you can see we missed having both a true Scotsman and Santa as our guide.Once we got into the Highlands the mountains jutted out of the ground and disappeared just as quickly. It wasn't the typical mountains I am used to in the Rockies, but it more like each mountain was a separate geographical figure that stuck out of the plains. It made for a very dynamic landscape (which might be the vaguest description ever). Each mountain usually had several streams that flowed down and into a stream at the foot of the mountain. It really was quite breathtaking. We also saw a bunch of bike and hiking trails. It would have been really awesome to take a day trip through the area on a bicycle. Take a look and you can see the stream on the jutting mountain on the right (which was taken through a window on the bus):
The bus ride continued and we made surprisingly few stops. Instead, we looked at everything out the windows and rarely exited the bus. The one spot we did stop was the Three Sisters. These mountains and the surrounding areas were used in the Harry Potter movies and Highlander. I have not seen either of those movies so I can only imagine how sweet they are. I will take your word on it.
After another hour or so and a stop for lunch outside Fort William, we made it Loch Ness. The place is pretty huge. The lake is long and skinny as it stretches for 23 miles and is just over a mile wide. I think it is somewhat comparable to Lake McConaughy, which is 24 miles long by four miles wide. The major difference is McConaughy is only 142 feet deep while Loch Ness sinks as low as 750 feet at its deepest point.
On our boat ride, we went out into the waters of Loch Ness. The waters of the Loch Ness are very dark. This comes from the drain off of the peat from the surrounding areas. The dark waters add tot he mystery of the Loch and make it impossible to see the bottom of the water even in shallow areas. We rode to the Urquhart Castle, an old Scottish stronghold from the Jacobite era. It was torn down by the English long ago, but the ruins still stand. Because we were running late on time due to screwy traffic we didn't have time to stop and walk about the castle. I'm sure it was like others we had seen, but only with a Scottish flag.After a short stop at the gift shop, we were back on the road. We took the highway back to Edinburgh and made a good time. The journey up was interesting and we got to see a lot of the countryside, but it felt like we didn't see everything we could have. And we didn't catch Nessie. Oh well.
The only regret of the day was not visiting Edinburgh Castle. We walked around it several times, but never went in. This adds to my list of places that I almost visited, but not quite. Topping the list is the Roman Coliseum, which Nathan and I missed out on going to twice. A close second is Sacre Coeur Basilica in Paris, which was right next to our hostel, but the stairs up to it were too many for Nathan.
With the hotels in Edinburgh filling up for the high tourist season, our posse went back to Glasgow for Saturday night. We found a nice relaxed pub to start the evening before heading off to Frankenstein on the recommendation of our waiter. Frankenstein was a dance club with plenty of seating areas. And also about a half dozen bachelorette parties - they were everywhere. By the end of the night, we were swing dancing with one group and made their night. I'm quite sure of it. A little Burger King at 3 a.m. on our way home capped off the evening.
On Sunday, we walked around Glasgow a bit before we had to head out to the airport. One of the tour books we had recommended a market area, but when we got there it was essentially a flea market with tons of crap for sale. We call it culture. We countered the film from the market by going to the Gallery of Modern Art. Interesting stuff. A quick bite and a little shopping and we were back to Ireland and Shannon Airport.Live Update: It's Tuesday and only a few days left here. Tonight we are going out to dinner and drinks with Dean Pierce and we might actually start studying for the finals. Tomorrow we are going to the courts to watch an Irish trial in district court. I hope to do a little bit of shopping and buy a new duffel bag for all the new stuff. Last chance for souvenir requests.
Cheers,
LJLA
LJLA
Sunday, July 20, 2008
18 holes at the Birthplace of Golf
For our last full weekend in Ireland, our professors decided we needed another long vacation. Early on in the program, they decided to cancel class on Friday and give us another what amounted to a four-day weekend. Boom. Six of us decided Scotland would be a great place for example. The other half traveled to Brussels and two others went to Amsterdam. Scotland was clearly the best option.
After getting out of class at noon on Thursday, the six of us went out to Shannon Airport and flew to Glasgow, Scotland. And when I say Glasgow, I mean some other airport in the general area of the city because it was about an hour into the city. We flew with RyanAir, which has a lot of super-cheap deals. One of the guys in our group, Wes, purchased his tickets more than two weeks in advance and his ticket only cost 15 Euros (Roughly $21). The rest of us waited too long and paid about 70 Euros. Still a good deal.
We then took a train to Edinburgh where we located our hotel for the stay — The Holiday Inn at the Zoo. Unfortunately, the only time we were at/near the zoo, it was closed. But I hear the koala wore kilts and the monkeys played the bagpipes. Good times.
One of the reasons I wanted to journey to Scotland was to play some golf. Originally, I was going to settle for a round at a links course in Limerick, but then in talking to Wes, we decided why to set our sights low: we should play a course in Scotland. Oh, but why settle for a round of golf a just another course in Scotland when we could go to St. Andrews, the birthplace of golf. St. Andrews is only a couple hours north of Edinburgh and I figured I wouldn’t be this close in a long time. This trip needed to happen. After doing some research, we discovered that playing the fabled Old Course wasn’t going to happen — you have to apply for a tee time a month in advance and have a verified handicap of at least 26. The New Course, the Jubilee Course and the new Castle Course were out by price (They all cost more than $150 per round and the Castle was $260). That left us with three choices to play. Of those, Eden Course seemed to have the most history and legacy. It still cost £40 ($80) but what the heck. Let’s roll. In addition to Wes, who golfed in high school and goes to the Masters each year, Jillian — who had never golfed 18 holes at once — also joined us in our adventure and our threesome was set.
On Friday morning, we got up a little after 6 a.m. and caught the 7:30 bus to St. Andrews. If I could sleep on the bus, this would not have been a problem. Alas, the bumpy ride and the wonderful scenery prevented any napping. We arrived in St. Andrews and began walking around. Within five minutes we discovered the house of Old Tom Morris. A quick turn and before we knew it we were walking along the 18th hole of the Old Course.
This is the birthplace of golf.
We took in the sights of the Swilken Bridge and the view of the old clubhouse. I recognized the 17th green from TV and from the Tiger Woods PGA Golf for Playstation. From the surroundings, it is hard to think that this course is the home to a major given the intimate surroundings. The road on the side of the 18th fairway jut right next up to the course. We continued walking up the Old Course along 17 and past the Old Course Hotel before splitting off on a trail that took us past a practice center and on to the Eden Course. We checked in and got our equipment — shoes and clubs. Along with our shoes, we got a pair of complementary socks (Retail value £8). The clubs they gave us were probably the best I’ve ever used. The bag included FT5 driver and Big Bertha 3 wood, X Hybrid No4, X20 Tour irons, and an XG 2-ball putter. My only complaint was the putter, which was a nice Odyssey but had a weird head that was a double-wide. I’m used to a nice flat stick. So at least I have an excuse for my shoddy putting. The one thing they didn't provide you with was balls and they only sold nice Callaway balls with St. Andrews stamps. I got six hoping the rough would be kind to me. After a quick breakfast in the clubhouse and a few putts on the course, we were off.
Most of the time when I step onto the first tee box, I'm not that nervous. But when I stood over the ball on the first tee, my stomach was in knots. I don't know if it was being at St. Andrews, playing with new people that expected me to be decent or general excitement. All that worrying was for naught as a drove the ball straight down the fairway 250 yards or so. We were off. After choking on a medium putt, I settled for a bogey. Not a bad start. The goal was to break 100.
One of the things I was worried about heading into the trip was the weather. As I learned in Ireland, the weather is a fickle thing. Usually, it rains once if not several times a day. With a tee time set for 11:04 on Friday, all we could do was hope for good weather. Thursday was scary as we watched the Open Championship turn into a hack fest with the high winds and poor conditions. However, thy sky was overcast and rained on us while we were on the second hole, but for the most part, it was good weather. It tried sprinkling on us several times, and the wind picked up at times, but polo and khakis were comfortable.
(Wes on the left, Jillian on the right)
After a few holes, it became clear that the hardest thing about the course was putting. The greens were incredibly fast and hardly held any pitch shots. Most of the time if you landed a pitch on the front edge of the green it would roll all the way through and back off the edge.
After a disastrous No. 2, the rest of the front nine was a mixture of bogeys, doubles and one par. Usually, when I play 18, I am ready to get done by the end of the round, but here it seemed as a went on, the better I felt. Also, for almost the first time I didn't get frustrated after an awry shot.
The highlight of my round came on No. 13. The hole is a 404-yard par 4 straight hole without much elevation change. I hit driver off the tee and even though it sliced at the end the ball stayed in the fairway. With about 160 left to the center of the green, I pulled a six iron out of the bag and hit a laser. The shot landed on the front edge of the green and somehow stayed on and rolled to within three feet. After waiting for Wes and Jillian to clean up, I calmly sank the putt for a birdie 3. Boom. We commemorated the moment with the photo at right. Being aware of golfing etiquette, I also bought drinks later.
I followed up the birdie with two more pars down the stretch with a 5 at the 523-yard 16th and a 4 at the 334-yard 18th. After going out right on pace with a 50, I picked it up on the way in for a final round of 96. Wes finished with a 109 and Jillian carded her first 18-hole round with a respectable 126. We celebrated by having a Scotsman take our photo on the 18th green.
After resting a bit in the clubhouse, we headed back up to the Old Course hoping to go on a walking tour. However, when we arrived the lady at the pro shop said the tours were done for the day -- this despite it being 3:45 and the pamphlet said tours went to 4 p.m. Whatever. We walked around the course a bit and went to the clubhouse where once again I spent way too much money. But it could have been worse. They had an amazing sweater vests and jackets that cost £90. Despite the temptation, I could not justify spending $180 on a sweater vest, no matter how sweet. Instead, I opted for a £20 hat and a various assortment of goodies.
It was a great day. The weather cooperated, I didn't embarrass myself and played a respectable, but not a great round. I'm glad we opted for St. Andrews and splurged.
Coming tomorrow: The rest of the Scotland Trip, including a trip up to Loch Ness. Stay tuned.
After getting out of class at noon on Thursday, the six of us went out to Shannon Airport and flew to Glasgow, Scotland. And when I say Glasgow, I mean some other airport in the general area of the city because it was about an hour into the city. We flew with RyanAir, which has a lot of super-cheap deals. One of the guys in our group, Wes, purchased his tickets more than two weeks in advance and his ticket only cost 15 Euros (Roughly $21). The rest of us waited too long and paid about 70 Euros. Still a good deal.
We then took a train to Edinburgh where we located our hotel for the stay — The Holiday Inn at the Zoo. Unfortunately, the only time we were at/near the zoo, it was closed. But I hear the koala wore kilts and the monkeys played the bagpipes. Good times.
One of the reasons I wanted to journey to Scotland was to play some golf. Originally, I was going to settle for a round at a links course in Limerick, but then in talking to Wes, we decided why to set our sights low: we should play a course in Scotland. Oh, but why settle for a round of golf a just another course in Scotland when we could go to St. Andrews, the birthplace of golf. St. Andrews is only a couple hours north of Edinburgh and I figured I wouldn’t be this close in a long time. This trip needed to happen. After doing some research, we discovered that playing the fabled Old Course wasn’t going to happen — you have to apply for a tee time a month in advance and have a verified handicap of at least 26. The New Course, the Jubilee Course and the new Castle Course were out by price (They all cost more than $150 per round and the Castle was $260). That left us with three choices to play. Of those, Eden Course seemed to have the most history and legacy. It still cost £40 ($80) but what the heck. Let’s roll. In addition to Wes, who golfed in high school and goes to the Masters each year, Jillian — who had never golfed 18 holes at once — also joined us in our adventure and our threesome was set.On Friday morning, we got up a little after 6 a.m. and caught the 7:30 bus to St. Andrews. If I could sleep on the bus, this would not have been a problem. Alas, the bumpy ride and the wonderful scenery prevented any napping. We arrived in St. Andrews and began walking around. Within five minutes we discovered the house of Old Tom Morris. A quick turn and before we knew it we were walking along the 18th hole of the Old Course.
This is the birthplace of golf.
We took in the sights of the Swilken Bridge and the view of the old clubhouse. I recognized the 17th green from TV and from the Tiger Woods PGA Golf for Playstation. From the surroundings, it is hard to think that this course is the home to a major given the intimate surroundings. The road on the side of the 18th fairway jut right next up to the course. We continued walking up the Old Course along 17 and past the Old Course Hotel before splitting off on a trail that took us past a practice center and on to the Eden Course. We checked in and got our equipment — shoes and clubs. Along with our shoes, we got a pair of complementary socks (Retail value £8). The clubs they gave us were probably the best I’ve ever used. The bag included FT5 driver and Big Bertha 3 wood, X Hybrid No4, X20 Tour irons, and an XG 2-ball putter. My only complaint was the putter, which was a nice Odyssey but had a weird head that was a double-wide. I’m used to a nice flat stick. So at least I have an excuse for my shoddy putting. The one thing they didn't provide you with was balls and they only sold nice Callaway balls with St. Andrews stamps. I got six hoping the rough would be kind to me. After a quick breakfast in the clubhouse and a few putts on the course, we were off.
Most of the time when I step onto the first tee box, I'm not that nervous. But when I stood over the ball on the first tee, my stomach was in knots. I don't know if it was being at St. Andrews, playing with new people that expected me to be decent or general excitement. All that worrying was for naught as a drove the ball straight down the fairway 250 yards or so. We were off. After choking on a medium putt, I settled for a bogey. Not a bad start. The goal was to break 100.One of the things I was worried about heading into the trip was the weather. As I learned in Ireland, the weather is a fickle thing. Usually, it rains once if not several times a day. With a tee time set for 11:04 on Friday, all we could do was hope for good weather. Thursday was scary as we watched the Open Championship turn into a hack fest with the high winds and poor conditions. However, thy sky was overcast and rained on us while we were on the second hole, but for the most part, it was good weather. It tried sprinkling on us several times, and the wind picked up at times, but polo and khakis were comfortable.
(Wes on the left, Jillian on the right)After a few holes, it became clear that the hardest thing about the course was putting. The greens were incredibly fast and hardly held any pitch shots. Most of the time if you landed a pitch on the front edge of the green it would roll all the way through and back off the edge.
After a disastrous No. 2, the rest of the front nine was a mixture of bogeys, doubles and one par. Usually, when I play 18, I am ready to get done by the end of the round, but here it seemed as a went on, the better I felt. Also, for almost the first time I didn't get frustrated after an awry shot.
The highlight of my round came on No. 13. The hole is a 404-yard par 4 straight hole without much elevation change. I hit driver off the tee and even though it sliced at the end the ball stayed in the fairway. With about 160 left to the center of the green, I pulled a six iron out of the bag and hit a laser. The shot landed on the front edge of the green and somehow stayed on and rolled to within three feet. After waiting for Wes and Jillian to clean up, I calmly sank the putt for a birdie 3. Boom. We commemorated the moment with the photo at right. Being aware of golfing etiquette, I also bought drinks later.I followed up the birdie with two more pars down the stretch with a 5 at the 523-yard 16th and a 4 at the 334-yard 18th. After going out right on pace with a 50, I picked it up on the way in for a final round of 96. Wes finished with a 109 and Jillian carded her first 18-hole round with a respectable 126. We celebrated by having a Scotsman take our photo on the 18th green.
After resting a bit in the clubhouse, we headed back up to the Old Course hoping to go on a walking tour. However, when we arrived the lady at the pro shop said the tours were done for the day -- this despite it being 3:45 and the pamphlet said tours went to 4 p.m. Whatever. We walked around the course a bit and went to the clubhouse where once again I spent way too much money. But it could have been worse. They had an amazing sweater vests and jackets that cost £90. Despite the temptation, I could not justify spending $180 on a sweater vest, no matter how sweet. Instead, I opted for a £20 hat and a various assortment of goodies.It was a great day. The weather cooperated, I didn't embarrass myself and played a respectable, but not a great round. I'm glad we opted for St. Andrews and splurged.
Coming tomorrow: The rest of the Scotland Trip, including a trip up to Loch Ness. Stay tuned.
Cheers,
LJLA
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