Dublin

Everything seems strangely familiar here.

Shops I saw in England,

Dublin has them too.

But as I took the bus from the airport,

I passed by houses with colourful doors.

Red.

Blue.

Green.

Yellow.

Adorning the whole row of terrace houses.

Despite the gloomy and cloudy day,

The friendliness of Irish,

and colourful doors,

made this a happier place.

Catching up with an old friend,

Eating Irish stew.

Perfect combo.

Though I'm exhausted,

I'm thankful I'm here.

It isn't even midnight,

everyone is asleep.

I am trying to be quiet.

Somehow I fail.

Maybe I should also sleep.

 — at The Times Hostel - Camden Place