Directions

cnoc wrote: »

Sorry I meant the LK Tunnel coming from Co Clare.

Ah.

After you go though the tunnel, take Exit 1 off the M7 onto the M20 (Signposted Cork). Then Exit 4 off the M20 (signposted Patrickswell). Take a left onto the L1407 (signposted Limerick Racecourse) at the top of the exit ramp. Racecourse is about 1km down the L1407 on your left.

Went to the Glastonbury festival a good few years ago with friends. When we got to the entrance, we were given a map. I looked at it for a few seconds, and that was it. I knew where all the stages were, where the camping areas were, the Stone Circle, the food areas, and off we went. I can still picture the layout of the whole place in my mind.

Even after 3 days of walking around the site, my mates hadn't a clue where they were or how to get anywhere.

So I'm pretty good with directions and orientation. But I can't remember names at all, no matter how hard I try, which is actually something that really annoys me about myself.

Im useless with directions too. Usually i give it a go and as soon as their gone i realise i fecked up and remember the correct directions

Hint of Sarcasm wrote: »

I hate when people try to cover up that they have a bad sense of direction.

"I'll meet you on the north side of the river, okay?". They're rarely able to ask which side is that, as they don't want to admit they don't know. It ends up making things more complicated.

Sat nav telling me to “head East” is a pain in the hole. I need it to tell me left/right as I come out of a random car park. I don’t know my compass points nine times out of ten unless it’s somewhere obvious. Out and about in the countryside I’m pretty good as you came make yer own trail and use large geographical features as a guide.

Ever pretend you were just a visitor or not a local in the town that you spent all your life in just because someone stopped you and asked directions to somewhere that in your mind you know but couldn't explain how to get there?!!!

Yeah?

Me too...

Gregor Samsa wrote: »

When I was about 10, an English man stopped me on Collins Avenue in Dublin and asked me how to get to the city centre. So I said “you just go down to the traffic lights, turn right and keep going straight, following the road”. He asked me was it far, and I said only a few minutes.

It was only when I saw him walking off with his two young children (younger than me) that I realised he didn’t have the car I just assumed an adult would have, and that I had given him very rough and incomplete directions to walk 3 miles to the city centre with two kids.

My and my friend were stopped at a similar age by someone looking for directions to the nearest town... It's a straight road in to town... well, it's a road with quite a few twists and turns... but if you stay on it, you are straight into town.

My friend proceeded to instruct him to "take a left/right" at every twist and bend in the road. I thought he was taking the p1ss at the start but he was deadly serious.

A few years back in Kilkenny 'city' a woman stopped me in a bit of a fluster, she had trouble finding a parking spot, was due at a funeral and was running late. She asked for directions to the church, I happily obliged and we both went on our way.

It wasnt until a little while later that I realised I had sent her to the wrong church!! I just hope in my mind that she's convinced herself she told me the wrong church name as opposed to me being a dummy!! :P

Walking down Nassau Street one day about 25 years ago. Heard this voice behind me shouting, but didn't pay much attention. Then it got louder. "Mick! Hey Mick!", in an English accent. My name's not Mick, so I ignored it. Next thing I felt a hand on my shoulder pulling hard, so I turned around to find this little fat English guy with a face like a stung arse going "Hey Mick, I was calling you! Where is Trinity College?"

I was a bit taken aback. Mick? Fúck that. If he had just looked to his right, he would have seen the entrance into the Douglas Hide Gallery. But for his insolence I sent the cnut off up to Baggot Street.

I look out for the direction Humpbacked Whales are travelling. If i'm in the northern hemisphere, they'll be swimming north in Autumn, south in Spring. Vise versa in the Southern hemisphere.

How do I know what hemisphere I'm in? The constellations in the night sky. The antipodean ones are all weird stuff like "the teapot" and "the triangle", whereas the proper ones up here are all cool Greek stuff.

How do I know when it's night? Simple, I look out for owls.

How do I know which way the sky is? I fall forward. When my face hits the ground, I know the sky is in the opposite direction.

You just need to be in tune with nature and your surroundings to know these things.

PARlance wrote: »

My and my friend were stopped at a similar age by someone looking for directions to the nearest town... It's a straight road in to town... well, it's a road with quite a few twists and turns... but if you stay on it, you are straight into town.

My friend proceeded to instruct him to "take a left/right" at every twist and bend in the road. I thought he was taking the p1ss at the start but he was deadly serious.

Has your friend gone on to be a rally car navigator, you know the guy who rides shotgun with the map?


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Gregor Samsa wrote: »

Walking down Nassau Street one day about 25 years ago. Heard this voice behind me shouting, but didn't pay much attention. Then it got louder. "Mick! Hey Mick!", in an English accent. My name's not Mick, so I ignored it. Next thing I felt a hand on my shoulder pulling hard, so I turned around to find this little fat English guy with a face like a stung arse going "Hey Mick, I was calling you! Where is Trinity College?"

I was a bit taken aback. Mick? Fúck that. If he had just looked to his right, he would have seen the entrance into the Douglas Hide Gallery. But for his insolence I sent the cnut off up to Baggot Street.

That's a bit mad!

I work in the UK a fair bit and there's this lad that gives me the "top of the morning to ya!" line. For a long time I thought it was something he said. I've never heard anyone saying it here. In fairness to him he's a bit harmless.

Gregor Samsa wrote:

I look out for the direction Humpbacked Whales are travelling. If i'm in the northern hemisphere, they'll be swimming north in Autumn, south in Spring. Vise versa in the Southern hemisphere.

..

How do I know when it's night? Simple, I look out for owls.

Only flaw here is they don't generally occupy the same habitat.


There is a pub called The Sky & The Ground near here. I have been asked for directions by tourists, always tempted to point up & down when they ask.

Patrick2010 wrote: »

Makes sense to me, keep straight and take the third turn on the right?

Third last turn on the right... You're not going to know it's the third last unless you drive to the last.