The Mystery Tour Day!!!

merlie

Hi there,

I just want to tell you all about yesterdays ( funny now) ( wasn't funny then) unannounced mystery tour. Now lemme say firstly this is not and I repeat not a gripe, givvy outty or angst against a certain bus company rather its a little bit o look back n laugh at what happened to me the other day, and quite surprisingly too I wasn't that annoyed about it, anyways lets get on with it...

Right, I had to go to Killiney. Had to get a bus into town from a friends house I have been staying with for a while. I asked the driver of the bus where was the bus for killiney.

"Theres a stop up near Trinity and theres one in D'Olier Street!" ,he said.

"Thats great", I said, "I wont have to walk far..." "I'll go to D'Olier Street"...

So I went up Westmoreland Street crossed over and then walked all the way down to the bottom of D'Olier Street...

'Wheres the 7 bus stop then...????'

I went around the back road ( name escapes me) and crossed over as there were buses parked on the side of the road.

"Hey theres a bus inspector, I thought, maybe he could shed light on where it is!!"

I asked him and he directed me to the middle of O'Connell Bridge.

I went..."WHAT!!!!!", I exclaimed in shock or rather an attempt at being shocked, "Its in the MIDDLE of the bridge!!???!!!

Bus stops in middles of bridges are uncommon to me, so pardon me.

So I had to walk all the way up and around, basically retracing my steps more or less.

Ok I got to killiney and back.

After arriving back in town. I had to get another bus to my friends.
There were 2 buses parked and loading passengers.
One : 69X
Two:51d

Now the first bus said xpresso (not coffee related) so initially I though hey maybe that is the bus I shouldnt get and went straight for number 2.

I sat down and got comfy. Took out my book to indulge in a spot of light entertainment and drifted off to where the author was in his biography...

After some time I raised my head from my literary heaven only to discover...I didn't know where the hell I was!!

I looked rather perturbed out the window...Hedgerows and seemingly endless motorways stretched out before me....

I closed my book and put it away. I needed to ask someone where this was...and as usual I get a person sitting beside me who is busy listening to their ipod and texting! I looked left and right out the window,...'I thought I was going to Kildare for a minute'...everything that passed by spelt that I was somewhere miles and miles out of the way!

I took it upon myself to ask the driver, where was he going and does he go near Red Cow on Naas Road. Oh no...nearest stop would be Boot Road.
In my mind I wanted to disbelieve him and pretend it wasnt happening and that he got his destination wrong!

I sat back down and awaited his call for the stop! Yes it came and I walked along BOot Road and passed the Green Isle Hotel and then found myself on a road that stretched out seamlessly for miles!!

"WHERE THE HELL AM I??"

A lonely jogger was coming up the path, he was wearing the dreaded ipod earphones, as does everyone when you need to ask an important question. I apologised for breaking his stride, but was in desperate need of instruction as to how to get to the Red Cow.
"You know you have a long walk ahead of you" he said
"How long?" I asked
"About a half an hour". he replied

Gah! I thought.."So how do I get there?!"

So I had to walk retrace my footsteps..AGAIN...and walk to a green, down a path, up over a bridge up by the luas, and up across another bridge and down the other side of the bridge to get around to the Red Cow. From there I got the 51b back to my friends house.

What can I say, the day was more eventful than I had thought. Something that should have been so easy was in turn made difficult. And in case you are going to ask...No I didnt have the fare for a taxi with me,( too expensive these days anyway) and there was no near place to get a bus that would have left me at the Red Cow.

I won't be getting that bus in a hurry again tho I can tell you. I wonder has anyone had same experience?!

Ta ta for reading

Love,

Merlie

Puddleduck

Half an hour walk isnt that much. All you city folk with public transport at your disposal!

ibarelycare

Eh why the hell didn't you just ask where the bus went before getting on?

Sharpshooter

OP walk more, it's good for you.
I walk 5 miles a day no bother.

merlie

Puddleduck wrote: »

Half an hour walk isnt that much. All you city folk with public transport at your disposal!

Actually I forgot to mention that...It turned out to be 3/4 of an hour for me to get there. And it IS a walk. Yes we may have transport at ones disposal but who wants a bus that takes you out of the way?! Lol!

merlie

ibarelycare wrote: »

Eh why the hell didn't you just ask where the bus went before getting on?

Thats cos I assumed that being a 51d would not go out of the way like that and would be close to the 51b route.

DrumSteve

I thought this had something to do with the beatles.

Quazzie

Get. A. Blog!

merlie

Sharpshooter wrote: »

OP walk more, it's good for you.
I walk 5 miles a day no bother.

Yes I love walking too but not down a motorway and I was not wearing appropriate shoes! Compendre?!

merlie

DrumSteve wrote: »

I thought this had something to do with the beatles.

It would be nice if it was but sorry it isn't! Thanks for your response though.

merlie

Quazzie wrote: »

Get. A. Blog!

I do have a blog but not for this purpose. I am only relating what happened to me the other day. Thank you for your response! Cheers mate!

General Zod

OMG you should have asked your friend what bus to catch and where from.

AnonoBoy

I kept reading, waiting for the bit where the knackers/immigrants/stuck-up chicks came into the story but it never happened?

What gives?

Old After Hours she t'ain't what she used to be.

Quazzie

merlie wrote: »

I am only relating what happened to me the other day.

Isn't that the sole purpose of a blog?

General Zod

AnonoBoy wrote: »

I kept reading, waiting for the bit where the knackers/immigrants/stuck-up chicks came into the story but it never happened?

What gives?

Old After Hours she t'ain't what she used to be.

this thread is now about curry Chips vs. a single of chips and a cup of curry sauce separate.

My name is URL

Too much bus

Quazzie

I prefer seperate curry as the chips are crispy and I get to choose the amount of curry

General Zod

I prefer the mystery tour of curry chips. Not knowing wether the next chip will be crispy or sodden with curry sauce, yeah, life on the edge.

Sharpshooter

merlie wrote: »

Yes I love walking too but not down a motorway and I was not wearing appropriate shoes! Compendre?!

Of course I understand.

If I was going to be smart in a reply to someone who took the time to reply to my thread I would at least make sure I got the spelling right on the smart remark.
Comprende?

paddyland

That's like picking the first bus that comes up Dame Street, boarding, and hoping out of thin air that it goes to the airport. Or boarding a 40 and hoping that at some stage during it's daily meanderings, it will arrive in Shankill.

Oo look, there's a nice big blue bus with Leopardstown on the front. I'll get it and watch out for Toomevara.

Reminds me of the day the Bus Éireann loaded up in bay 8 for Ballina. Four and a half hours later said bus arrives into Ballina depot, and two teenagers plugged into earphones came up and asked the driver "is this Cork...?"

TheZohanS

merlie wrote: »

Hi there,

I just want to tell you all about yesterdays ( funny now) ( wasn't funny then) unannounced mystery tour. Now lemme say firstly this is not and I repeat not a gripe, givvy outty or angst against a certain bus company rather its a little bit o look back n laugh at what happened to me the other day, and quite surprisingly too I wasn't that annoyed about it, anyways lets get on with it...

Right, I had to go to Killiney. Had to get a bus into town from a friends house I have been staying with for a while. I asked the driver of the bus where was the bus for killiney.

"Theres a stop up near Trinity and theres one in D'Olier Street!" ,he said.

"Thats great", I said, "I wont have to walk far..." "I'll go to D'Olier Street"...

So I went up Westmoreland Street crossed over and then walked all the way down to the bottom of D'Olier Street...

'Wheres the 7 bus stop then...????'

I went around the back road ( name escapes me) and crossed over as there were buses parked on the side of the road.

"Hey theres a bus inspector, I thought, maybe he could shed light on where it is!!"

I asked him and he directed me to the middle of O'Connell Bridge.

I went..."WHAT!!!!!", I exclaimed in shock or rather an attempt at being shocked, "Its in the MIDDLE of the bridge!!???!!!

Bus stops in middles of bridges are uncommon to me, so pardon me.

So I had to walk all the way up and around, basically retracing my steps more or less.

Ok I got to killiney and back.

After arriving back in town. I had to get another bus to my friends.
There were 2 buses parked and loading passengers.
One : 69X
Two:51d

Now the first bus said xpresso (not coffee related) so initially I though hey maybe that is the bus I shouldnt get and went straight for number 2.

I sat down and got comfy. Took out my book to indulge in a spot of light entertainment and drifted off to where the author was in his biography...

After some time I raised my head from my literary heaven only to discover...I didn't know where the hell I was!!

I looked rather perturbed out the window...Hedgerows and seemingly endless motorways stretched out before me....

I closed my book and put it away. I needed to ask someone where this was...and as usual I get a person sitting beside me who is busy listening to their ipod and texting! I looked left and right out the window,...'I thought I was going to Kildare for a minute'...everything that passed by spelt that I was somewhere miles and miles out of the way!

I took it upon myself to ask the driver, where was he going and does he go near Red Cow on Naas Road. Oh no...nearest stop would be Boot Road.
In my mind I wanted to disbelieve him and pretend it wasnt happening and that he got his destination wrong!

I sat back down and awaited his call for the stop! Yes it came and I walked along BOot Road and passed the Green Isle Hotel and then found myself on a road that stretched out seamlessly for miles!!

"WHERE THE HELL AM I??"

A lonely jogger was coming up the path, he was wearing the dreaded ipod earphones, as does everyone when you need to ask an important question. I apologised for breaking his stride, but was in desperate need of instruction as to how to get to the Red Cow.
"You know you have a long walk ahead of you" he said
"How long?" I asked
"About a half an hour". he replied

Gah! I thought.."So how do I get there?!"

So I had to walk retrace my footsteps..AGAIN...and walk to a green, down a path, up over a bridge up by the luas, and up across another bridge and down the other side of the bridge to get around to the Red Cow. From there I got the 51b back to my friends house.

What can I say, the day was more eventful than I had thought. Something that should have been so easy was in turn made difficult. And in case you are going to ask...No I didnt have the fare for a taxi with me,( too expensive these days anyway) and there was no near place to get a bus that would have left me at the Red Cow.

I won't be getting that bus in a hurry again tho I can tell you. I wonder has anyone had same experience?!

Ta ta for reading

Love,

Merlie

And that ladies and gentlemen is how Barrack Obama won the election.

anniehoo

Ah OP i desperately wanted to feel sorry for ya but ...alas...nope after you said this

merlie wrote: »

Thats cos I assumed that being a 51d would not go out of the way like that and would be close to the 51b route.

Thats like me saying the 41C will stop relatively near where the 41B does....one goes to Rivervalley Swords..the other Rolestown...a good half dozen miles away! I cant believe you didnt ask the bus driver where he was going when you got on :rolleyes:

Rented Mule

TheZohan wrote: »

And that ladies and gentlemen is how Barrack Obama won the election.

I missed the part where George Bush ****ed everything up for eight years before she got on the bus.

General Zod

merlie wrote: »

Hi there,

I just want to tell you all about yesterdays ( funny now) ( wasn't funny then) unannounced mystery tour. Now lemme say firstly this is not and I repeat not a gripe, givvy outty or angst against a certain bus company rather its a little bit o look back n laugh at what happened to me the other day, and quite surprisingly too I wasn't that annoyed about it, anyways lets get on with it...

Right, I had to go to Killiney. Had to get a bus into town from a friends house I have been staying with for a while. I asked the driver of the bus where was the bus for killiney.

"Theres a stop up near Trinity and theres one in D'Olier Street!" ,he said.

"Thats great", I said, "I wont have to walk far..." "I'll go to D'Olier Street"...

So I went up Westmoreland Street crossed over and then walked all the way down to the bottom of D'Olier Street...

'Wheres the 7 bus stop then...????'

I went around the back road ( name escapes me) and crossed over as there were buses parked on the side of the road.

"Hey theres a bus inspector, I thought, maybe he could shed light on where it is!!"

I asked him and he directed me to the middle of O'Connell Bridge.

I went..."WHAT!!!!!", I exclaimed in shock or rather an attempt at being shocked, "Its in the MIDDLE of the bridge!!???!!!

Bus stops in middles of bridges are uncommon to me, so pardon me.

So I had to walk all the way up and around, basically retracing my steps more or less.

Ok I got to killiney and back.

After arriving back in town. I had to get another bus to my friends.
There were 2 buses parked and loading passengers.
One : 69X
Two:51d

Now the first bus said xpresso (not coffee related) so initially I though hey maybe that is the bus I shouldnt get and went straight for number 2.

I sat down and got comfy. Took out my book to indulge in a spot of light entertainment and drifted off to where the author was in his biography...

After some time I raised my head from my literary heaven only to discover...I didn't know where the hell I was!!

I looked rather perturbed out the window...Hedgerows and seemingly endless motorways stretched out before me....

I closed my book and put it away. I needed to ask someone where this was...and as usual I get a person sitting beside me who is busy listening to their ipod and texting! I looked left and right out the window,...'I thought I was going to Kildare for a minute'...everything that passed by spelt that I was somewhere miles and miles out of the way!

I took it upon myself to ask the driver, where was he going and does he go near Red Cow on Naas Road. Oh no...nearest stop would be Boot Road.
In my mind I wanted to disbelieve him and pretend it wasnt happening and that he got his destination wrong!

I sat back down and awaited his call for the stop! Yes it came and I walked along BOot Road and passed the Green Isle Hotel and then found myself on a road that stretched out seamlessly for miles!!

"WHERE THE HELL AM I??"

A lonely jogger was coming up the path, he was wearing the dreaded ipod earphones, as does everyone when you need to ask an important question. I apologised for breaking his stride, but was in desperate need of instruction as to how to get to the Red Cow.
"You know you have a long walk ahead of you" he said
"How long?" I asked
"About a half an hour". he replied

Gah! I thought.."So how do I get there?!"

So I had to walk retrace my footsteps..AGAIN...and walk to a green, down a path, up over a bridge up by the luas, and up across another bridge and down the other side of the bridge to get around to the Red Cow. From there I got the 51b back to my friends house.

What can I say, the day was more eventful than I had thought. Something that should have been so easy was in turn made difficult. And in case you are going to ask...No I didnt have the fare for a taxi with me,( too expensive these days anyway) and there was no near place to get a bus that would have left me at the Red Cow.

I won't be getting that bus in a hurry again tho I can tell you. I wonder has anyone had same experience?!

Ta ta for reading

Love,

Merlie

"....... the Aristocrats!"

DrumSteve

General Zod wrote: »

this thread is now about curry Chips vs. a single of chips and a cup of curry sauce separate.

curry chips from the chinese... or chips from the chipper with a tub of curry sauce from the chinese?

Fratton Fred

Sharpshooter wrote: »

OP walk more, it's good for you.
I walk 5 miles a day no bother.

i used to, but then i got a job and could afford a car......

OP, DART FTW. impossible to go wrong, unless you fall asleep and end up in Howth or Greystones.

Mr Benevolent

You could have gotten the Dart to Killiney. How about taking the Luas to the Red Cow?

Why bother getting the bus when you have easier options?

(I'm curious to know if the OP used the phrase 'loike, ohmoigawd' during their misinformed journey)

merlie

Sharpshooter wrote: »

Of course I understand.

If I was going to be smart in a reply to someone who took the time to reply to my thread I would at least make sure I got the spelling right on the smart remark.
Comprende?

I am most sorry about that. I was not being rude or anything. I was typing in a hurry and got my spelling wrong. I mean't it light heartedly.

And thank you again for your response,

Kindest regards,

Merlie