The Blood Is The Life!

Today I headed out around 11-11:30. I was dropped off near BNY and then walked down past the Custom House. From there I made my way to the Dublin Tourism Center on foot since it was so very nice out again today.

I ate at Pizza Hut (chicken fingers haha) and then waited for the bus to go to Malahide Castle. While I waited I spotted a couple familiar faces! It was a couple from Chicago that I sat on the train with yesterday. (They got off to go on the Clare trip while I stayed on the train to go to Cork.) We ended up exchanging numbers and everything... cool people.

It was a good time. The castle was awesome - like an actual castle where people would actually be capable of living haha. Unfortunatley there was no photography allowed inside :(





After the castle we went to Dublin Bay to take a few pictures...





When we got back into Dublin I just got a taxi back to the hotel. I ordered dinner (yes, chicken) and took a quick little nap. Then it was time for the Ghost Bus! WOOOOO!


We had to sit on the 2nd story of the bus and all the curtains were drawn. Red lights were on. Scary music was playing in the background. Dun dun duuuuuun.

The guide was hysterical... trying to be all 'spooky' and 'mystical' sounding.

We first toured a little around the city. We saw where Bram Stocker was born, and his bachelor pad. We saw the college of physicians where body snatchers would bring stolen dead bodies.

Then we went to an old old cemetary. The graves were all dug up in the 1940's and the bones burned. Some headstones were sitting along the walls. There's what remains of a church... when Henry VIII did that whole anti-catholic thing for Anne Boylen a bishop still gave sermons there secretly. Someone ratted him out and he was tortured and hanged. After that he was quartered and sent around the world to have each limb buried.

His followers went and found the pieces and put them into the walls of the church... creeeeeepy. Here's a picture of where the alter used to be....





Then we left and went to the 'most haunted place in Dublin' which is called the 40 Stairs, or also, Hell.

The story is a little long so I won't retell it... but it involved lepers, a bunch of criminals, and a 'witch' although not in combination with each other.


Here's a picture of where the tunnel opening for Hell used to be...





and one of the stairs...





Sorry they're a little dark... a flash will only do so much.

I'm heading home tomorrow - I'll do a final posting once I arrive with some of my favorite photos.