Ireland, pt 4: Ships Are Tall

I wrote most of that morning, as Camp NaNoWriMo had just started and I was freaking out that I wouldn't be able to finish. Later, we went to the Waterford Tall Ships Festival very very early, because the people we were going with were playing music and stuff.

After walking around for a while and going on a pretty cool ship with an unfortunate name (the Christian Radich/Radish), I complained of hunger. My parents, being the indulging parents that they are, bought me a banana and Nutella crepe. Have I ever mentioned that Nutella may be the best food on the planet?

Oh my gawd. WANT.

By this time, I was starting to feel a leetle bit sick to my stomach. It wasn't the Nutella and banana-y goodness, I promise. As we walked around town I slowly turned into a tiny, flesh-eating ball of rage and stomach pain. Or maybe that's just because we stopped at a library (a really COOL library) and I read the beginning of a zombie novel.

And then, we went to a chip shop. I did not have chips, as I was in pain. At the beginning of the trip, at least, it seemed like the universe was conspiring against me, and I would never have any chips. EVER. (But then a few days later I had cheese chips on an Irish beach. BOO-YAH!)

Funny how the first picture on Google Images of "chips" is of British chips, and not Pringles or something.

And then we walked back to the place where the people were music-ing and I sat on a brick. And then I got to sit on a chair and then we left.

THINGS SEEN AT WATERFORD:

- Japanese Teletubby balloons
- People dressed as giant blue bird-alien things
- A Guinness picnic in front of the stage
- Creepy stalker bees

And then we played International Rummy until midnight while others were at a pub. I lost.