Bill and Sharon in Jail in Dublin

Kilmainham Gaol is the oldest in Ireland and you can be thrown in there for the slightest misdemeanour – stealing bread, burning down the post office to create a new republic or impersonating an Irishman with an accent tinged with a bit of Aussie slang. So for the morning we were incarcerated in the cells, the exercise yard and stone breaking yard where the executions took place. We got out on good behaviour as I asked the right questions and promised not to wander off on my own to take photographs and so we were allowed to visit the museum which was displaying items and history from the 1916 Easter Uprising. Very interesting. The British treated the Irish in much the same way they have treated other indigenous people around the world – very poorly. Upon release, we walked a couple of kilometres to the Guinness Storehouse and were able to smell it before we saw it. We had to walk up seven storeys before we were allowed to sample the nectar of the Irish Gods. I lost Sharon in the crowds, or she lost me, so I had to drink her free sample as well or I would have died of thirst waiting for her to find me hiding behind all of those people.