We arrived into Dublin at around 16:30 on Day 2 and despite being on the M50 heading south, we managed to spot a pub beside the Plaza Hotel.

To our delight, the bar was absolutely heaving with young women in various states of inebriation and face painting. As we sipped our pints, we were swept into the growing madness of St. Paddy's day with the help of Piano Pete and his crude brand of Celtic rave. But, with our twenty minutes elapsing all too soon, we had to reluctantly sink our drinks and return to the freezing, minor hurricane weather outside. Most people we met were now quite pissed, which may explain why this was the worst photograph of the entire trip!