Today nothing note-worthy happened. We had our final chance to eat an Irish breakfast – before heading to the airport to leave Dublin. I quite liked Dublin actually, as it reminded me of home in many ways. The flight to London would take just 50 minutes but of course, the 3 hours at the airport before the flight and the 1-hour train after the flight to the hostel would consume most of the day. I was however able to read an entire 240-page book on the topic of information wars in this time. Trevor and I have certainly sunk an extreme number of pages this trip.
When we arrived in London after catching the tube (London Underground), we were relieved to find that the Hostel was in the place it was advertised. Although it was not the nicest hostel, our roommate insisted on having the heater at 30 degrees Celsius for the whole night.