Clown Car

Monday, March 23rd, 2009

We spent the last four days driving around Ireland in a Mitsubishi Colt.  This is one of those cars that they don’t sell in the US due to tininess.  Still, me, Shama, my brother, Shama’s friend Maureen, and two of her friends all managed to pile into the Colt and tour the countryside.  The most comfortable seat, I’m told, was in the hatchback.  

I wouldn’t know, however, since I got to sit in the front the whole time. Why?  Turns out I was the only one who knew how to drive stick.  That, combined with a lack of directions, the Irish insistence that people drive on the left side of the street, pint-sized lanes, and my general poor driving skills seemed to be a recipe for disaster.  Oddly, however, I felt a lot more comfortable driving here than in the US.  I think I’m a natural left-side driver, which might explain why I have so much trouble back home.

On the way to the Cliffs of Moher, we passed the Aussie Super Circus and Shama said we had to stop.  The show wouldn’t start for another 5 hours, but any passers-by would have been treated to an unadvertised clown car as we all piled out to look at the wallabies and emus.



Are you pulling a baby wallaby from your nose in this pic? Have a pint, or ten, for me!

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