She got of the train in Dublin, quite exhausted from her long journey. A cab took her to her hotel and when she finally could put her heavy suitcase down and take off her shoes in the hotel room it was pure bliss. Of course she couldn't waste her only evening in Dublin, so she took a quick shower and walked out to see the city. She had a while before the shops were closing to look around. When she tired she had a nice dinner in one of the restaurants. After dinner she went in to one of the crowded noisy pubs. At first she was a bit intimidated by the amount of people there, and how rowdy people were getting. But everyone was so friendly and she was soon pulled in to the atmosphere by the live Irish music. Everyone was talking to everyone, singing along, and some of the people were even dancing. There was this one woman that she talked to for quite a while. Her name was Mary, and it turned out that she and her group of friends would be going to Achill too. What a strange coincidence! They didn't make any exact plans, but since it was such a small island there was a pretty good chance that they would meet each other again there. She had arranged to meet Andreas the next morning so she decided to go to bed early that evening and said good bye to her new friend around midnight.