On
the road
of Rock n' roll
- A long journey to Dublin and back for love of music (part1/3)
What`s
the limit for passion? A long, tiring journey by land and
sea, sleepless nights, hours of waiting in queues.. Is such
an effort worth all this just to see once again the performance
of the band that has provided the soundtrack to our lives?
Tiara Calon, a Whitesnake follower since 1973 has faced a
35 hours trip on the road to Dublin and back, and tells in
detail what this journey was like,with plenty of Love for
Rock & Roll.
The
Road
My
travels started on Wednesday the 10th of June, taking a taxi
to the ferryport, catching just in time! the (15 minute) catamaran
to Portsmouth where I boarded the coach to London.
There waiting for the connecting coach/check in to Holyhead/Dublin.
It was a long journey..by the time the bus boarded the ferry
to Dublin I was exhausted.
Snoozing on a bus is far from resting.And the very bright
lights on the boat, certainly keep you "awake"
In
Dublin
Surprisingly I felt not TOO awful,when I arrived at 6.30am
in Dublin.
Although so early,our very kind GER(ard) came out to collect
me, luggage in boot, Park car.
Then off to walk the streets of Dublin, as it was too early
to get a cup of tea yet!
Our walks took us to a place I always wanted to see..GRAFTON
STREET. 
That is where no other then the great PHIL LYNOTT is remembered
with a magnificent statue.
I was well aware of the fact that I was still wearing my travelclothing
and looking tired..
From
there we finally managed to find a cup of tea..
A little rested and refreshed we walked a bit more,Dublin
is a big place but the citycenter is actually not too big
a challenge to walk.
Ger surprised me with a little nice drive out of the city
to the graveyard where Phil Lynott is buried.
I never thought I would have the privilege to see this
It is a real shrine of Love and respect to a great man.Those
of you that do not know me much,may not realise that Thin
Lizzy (with Phil) was/is, after Whitesnake, the other very
much loved band in my life.
The
grave is filled with artificial flowers,many black roses(a
bow to Lizzy`s album BLACK ROSE)you will find sunglasses,pictures,and
lots of jewellery,especially friendshipbracelets.
 No
one disturbs these gifts, or takes anything. There were fresh
red roses too,we assume from Phil`s mother Philomena, who
lives nearby.
A
great experience,and a moving visit.
Then
it was time to get me to my hotel.
Aaah..shoes off...clothes off ooeerr..lol..ahem.. a shower..and
then just lying on the bed..for some much needed rest!
Ger
e eu marcamos de encontrarmo-nos na cidade, para jantar.
Ger
and I arranged,to meet in town, for some dinner, so, brave
old Tiara takes a bus from the nearby busstation to Trinity
College,meeting Ger there at 7.30pm.
It was a Thursday, but Dublin was buzzing as any other city
is, usually on a weekend.
Ger tells me,this is because people are being paid on a Thursday,
and obviously, are keen to spend that money fast again.
A bit more walking, then we end up right in the thick of it
all, where you find one of the most famous wateringholes the
Temple Bar.
We never went inside far too crowded. In the same area is
a pleasant italian restaurant..where we found a table. A very
enjoyable meal and conversation.
Then we decided we needed to walk the pizza/pasta off, and
passed the 1/2 penny bridgeto  to
yet another part of Dublin, with quite a few pubs and bars,
we checked a few, Ger, knowing exactly where he was!
We decided to have a drink or 3 and ended up in the very swanky
cool hotelbar of the Morrison,
a very attractive riverside boutique hotel.
We walked in..and we spot no one else but Ash Newell, rock
photographer par excellence, and my "chatbuddy"
since 2003.
As we only had a very short meeting the year before, in
Manchester, this was a great opportunity to spend some time.
Ash,who was there as Def Leppard's photographer, told us that
the boys of Whitesnake were all staying here.
But were out rehearsing still. We were not there to "stalk"
the band, so we did not interfere with their private time,when
later on, Viv Campbell, Reb, Uriah sat at the Bar with a drink
to relax.
By the time Ger and I were leaving,the hotel had locked the
frontdoor, so we had to exit by the backdoor.
It was bout 1am and who walks in as we leave? No other then
our dearest Doug, absolutely wonderful to see him, a few warm
hugs and words and assurance we`d meet tomorrow after the
show.
Taxi back to hotel, for a good night's sleep finally!
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