In June of 1998, my Aunt Molly, Uncle David and their two youngest kids were about to move home from Pakistan. They wanted to take a trip through Europe before they returned, and wanted Grandma to join them. Grandma didn't want to travel alone, and invited me and my cousin Jenelle to travel with her! This is my account of that trip.
As you read about this trip, keep in mind that you are following along through the eyes of an almost 16 year old girl, traveling out of the country for the first time, and traveling without her parents for the first time!
Enjoy!
England, Scotland, Ireland and Wales July 1998
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I remember arriving in London in the late afternoon/early evening and traveling to the ground floor apartment that we had arranged,(Grandma has a bad knee), expecting to find you three,only to find instead that it had been rented to someone else. We had no way to know where you were and no way to find out because the office of the manager was closed for the day. We were just about to panic when a neighbor came by and asked if we were looking for an elderly lady and two young girls. It was totally coincidental that she knew where you had gone, and it was such a relief to find you all in 4th floor walk up that I had specifically requested NOT to have. Our luggage was still lost but we were all thrilled to be reunited.
Ireland was the best. First, the streets are tiny and we were basically driving a bus. I remember we almost killed a pedestrian coming out of a building because the buildings are so close to the road.
But, the best night was when we found a pub in Clonakilty (sp?). Since there really is no drinking age, we all were able to get served, except for maybe Stephanie. I had asked for a Long Island Ice Tea. Apparently they dont make it the same way every where in the world. The bartender had never heard of it and had to look it up in his fancy book. When he was done he asked who the drink was for and my dad pointed to me. I think the bartender laughed. There was live music. How cool is that, to sit in an irish pub and listen to Irish music. That is untill he asked for requests. Someone in our group yells Garth Brooks. Really? The musician quickly guessed that we were American. By the end of the night we had all had more than enough to drink. As we exited the bar there was a very intoxicated man who started calling us lulu or lola over and over. Great night.
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