On the move again

I made it safely back to Ireland. The most difficult part of the trip was getting from Copenhagen to Malmo, because the bus didn’t work how I expected, and after a hot crowded trip to the tourist office I got back on a train. Then bus from Malmo central to Malmo airport. Malmo-Sturup airport was like air travel ten years ago; the lines were short, the airport was small and under construction, and security took about ten seconds: I didn’t have to take off my hiking boots and they must have seen my boarding pass in my hand but they certainly didn’t examine it. Also, there was no assigned seating in the aircraft, it was first come, first serve. I already felt back in Ireland as soon as they said, “you’re very welcome aboard this Ryanair flight.” In Dublin I caught the right bus south and then walked three miles to an empty hostel, where I met a nice girl who gave me cherry tomatoes. We went walking the next morning in the Devil’s Glen, where you could smell the wild garlic. I stayed two nights, and now I’m going to Galway to hear some sea shanties.