Day 103: Keshcarrigan - Dublin - Malahide

Last night's spot was a luxury: soft grass, bathrooms, potable water, and absolute silence. I slept as if I had been crowned emperor of dog croquettes.

The morning was quiet, unhurried, and when it was almost noon we set off for Dublin. The trip was about 150 kilometers, so it was time for the road and the occasional stop that seems boring but ends up being fun.

First we went through Mullingar, where the camper needed LPG to continue giving us hot water and hot food. I don't know much about gases, but I do know what's important: thanks to that refill, my food always comes served as if by magic. Then, in Kinnegad, we made a supermarket stop. There was no walk or exploration, just a cart and boxes, but I took the opportunity to stretch a bit in the camper and watch the perimeter, because you never know when a cheeky cat might appear.

A while later we arrived at the Applegreen station in Enfield, right next to the M4. There we stopped more seriously: it was time to prepare the food. While I was eagerly waiting for my ration, daddy Edu and uncle Joan discovered that there were free showers and came out of there shining like they had just bathed in a spa. I, on the other hand, kept my natural aroma, which is much more authentic.

With full stomachs and perfumed humans, we continued to Dublin and parked near St. Patrick's Cathedral. And the best thing: it was Sunday and it didn't cost a single euro! We walked together for a while so I could sniff around the capital, but soon I had to stay in the camper: the humans had an appointment with the Gaiety Theatre.

That theater, with its elegant 19th-century air, is famous for its shows, and today it was the great "Riverdance 30". For daddy Edu it was a dream come true: he had been wanting to see it for thirty years. In 1995 he couldn't, because he was crossing Africa by bicycle like a crazy adventurer, but this time he could. And from what they said when they came back, it was impressive: music, drums that made the ground tremble, and feet that moved faster than my paws when they throw a ball at me. They came out happy, like two kids who had just seen real magic.

They picked me up from the camper and together we walked to Temple Bar. The first stop was a pizzeria with a terrace, where I got some pieces of pizza (the effort of making puppy-dog eyes always pays off). And then a walk through those lively streets, full of people, live music and an atmosphere so cheerful that it seemed that the whole city was celebrating.

When night had already fallen, we went back to the car and drove half an hour to Malahide. We parked in the same place as more than two weeks ago, next to the Broadmeadow estuary. There are about ten campers spread out, but everything is calm. Here we stayed to sleep, with the reflection of the water under the moonlight and me already dreaming of Irish leprechauns dancing tap.