A cowboy running down the street in the sun is my final memory of my stay in Galway. He looked like he was coming from a western movie set and was racing to get some prop forgotten. The sun was shining again on this beautiful Sunday morning, typical that I was on my luggaged up way to the train station and to pop into the Cellar one last time to meet Justyna, where she would have a bag brought already to help me carry all my worldly possessions. I teased her saying that she might be able to regain that tan she had from before from the actual sun and not some dodged up sun bed in the polish quarter! When we compared our skin my fake tan was actually darker than her natural colour even thought mine was a week old at that stage and seemed to refuse coming off at all.
Arriving in the train station and realizing that Justyna had sacrificed her lunch half hour to being me down really made me feel guilty at first but then knowing that I would do the same, made me though about how close we are when we’re together even though we’re far apart. Saying au revoir and all the bulk that comes with the good bye I thanked her for the great time and insisted that she’d come over to Dublin within a month!!, here’s a hoping that she’ll get the time off work.

So I had my ticket prebooked as I had from the inward journey and I found my carriage. A31 so I went up to the tip top of the train where I presumed I’d find my seat. The numbers augmented as I steered my baggage up the aisle. Hoping that my name would be electronically imprinted beside the seats I was looking at I soon noticed that I was in the wrong carriage. It was two minutes till departure so I was in no mood to go back, what did it matter really what seat I was in as long as I wasn’t taking somebody else’s.

There were three men opposite me and I quickly noticed the stares I was getting by these obvious country folk. Shortly having packed my belongings onto the train rack, I took out my savour for the trip-my laptop. I turned it on to strangely discover a weird beeping noise it was making, I think the battery had been so warn down that it was forced to make this noise and to my surprise one of the Galway men made a comment that it had a virus. I think not, so I completely disregarded this stupid and attention seeking comment immediately.

Call my noisy but all these men were interested in was taking briefly to each other but making constant phone calls to arrange bets! The chatter of prices marriaged with the racing post in front of them made them the ultimate annoying people of the century, always talking about horses. The arrogant one with the glasses and unbelievably boggerish accent seemed to be the ring leader of this awful gang. Had they nothing better to do than annoy and bore everyone else in this carriage with their ‘advice’ for horses, ‘’No Paddy I wouldn’t back number 3’’, then quickly calling someone else reporting the same information. As if they had a bloody clue what they were talking about. Ugh, and I glanced over to see that they all had their poxy phones out and all ready for action with their racing posts.

The ticket inspector came around and just as I was taking out my ticket I copped that I was in fact in the Premier carriage. SHIT!!! I was hoping that he wouldn’t say anything for the sheer embarrassment of it all. I could just feel those men starting at anything I did, especially the fat one who would never have a chance anyway if he wasn’t a complete twat already like. Bunch of freaks. Anyway, the ticket inspector was lovely and didn’t seem to care when I presented my ticket. Relief!! There seemed to be no difference anyway with this carriage and any other carriage I’ve ever come across. Why would they care I suppose? Train arrival time 13.45 so Jethro will be there to collect me and so he was. Back home. Happy, but will miss the fabulous weather in Galway and of course Justyna. Over and out.