After the wedding, we got lost in the small(ish) student town of Galway, on the west coast of Ireland for the next month. We were getting a bit tired of living out of a backpack and looking to settle somewhere for a little while, and Galway was the perfect place for us to relax for a while. Galway was an old town with cobbled stoned streets lined with many pubs and little shops, with no traffic running through the main sections of town. Every twenty metres you would find different assortments of buskers; from jugglers, to mimes, to musicians,to children practicing their flute on the side of the road. The little streets were also flocked with “signs” people holding up giant signs pointing to different restruants or shops up little alleyways, a sneaky way of getting away with advertising without violating zoning laws; (it was illegal to have signs adverising, but according to “Freedom of speech” people can hold whatever they like). We stayed at the Barnacles Hostel, across the road from one of the best live venues in town, and made it our home for the next month, becoming friends with the staff, who we bumped into on nights out, and who gave us invaluable advice on our job hunt. We were running out of money and attempted to look for a job while there, but with the recession and our lack of working visas, we didnt have a lot of luck. We did get a few offers though, however door knocking trying to sell pay TV and a few more dodgier offers from the website Gumtree didnt really interest us! In retrospect our job hunting could have been a bit more productive as our weeks normally went like this; we would make friends with a group of people at the hostel, go on a mini bender over the next four days, wake up around Tuesday afternoon, disgusted with ourselves, make declarations to be more productive in the future and not drink so much, watch a movie, send off a few resumes, and have it all begin again on Thursday when the next group of people came in. We made a lot of friends from all over the world at the hostel, which had a very friendly atmosphere and a lot of regulars who were living at the hostel like us who we spent a lot of time with (and who contributed to about 40% of the Galway busking population). We also met up a few times with friends who had worked at the wedding out in Connemara. We didnt want to leave Galway, it was the most beautiful town with its rough river running through town, its beach, its ruins which had been transformed into pubs and the beautiful and friendly people who lived there made it the best place we had been to. It was also home to the most amazing pub in the world; the Roisin Dubh, where we were at more often than not. However all good things must come to an end, and with Bonnie running out of money and having to go home we said good bye to our favourite town, with a firm resolution to return one day to live.