Dublin

Fifteen-pound Gatwick flight, more expensive bus to the airport

Since I was in the UK, I wanted to visit Nidhish in Ireland. I told him I was coming, left on a weekend, and came back to London on Monday. The flight out of Gatwick was fifteen pounds. The bus to Gatwick cost more than the flight, which I found both funny and slightly annoying. Nidhish picked me up from the airport. I had a work meeting I could not push, so he pulled into a parking lot on the way home and I finished it in the car.

At the house I met Nivya chechi, his sister, and the rest of the place: Vishnu, Aavani, Amal, and Ashiq, who all rented rooms there. We drove out to Wicklow Mountains one day. It rained the whole way and did not stop. We walked a trail anyway, took in what views the weather allowed, and turned back. Howth Cliffs on another day was the opposite: sunny, flowers in bloom, a long stretch of headland. That is where the good photos came from.

One night we walked over to Temple Bar, which sits close enough to his house that a taxi would have felt silly. Nidhish had a Guinness, I had a cider, and we wandered for a bit before walking back. Nivya chechi cooked properly every single day, and on the morning I was leaving she made egg puffs. I took a couple with me back to London for Moksha.