Loved cork except the douchebags
I was in cork for over 10 days. Loved loved loved the city, weather, people, food. Realized early into the trip that something is always going down in the city - mostly the oliver plunkett street - man that street is entertaining. But ‘twas not all jolly. Twice, on two different occasions, some random dudes (in a car) screamed, like they were trying to scare/harass us (all women) when we were heading down to our hotel after dinner. Later over the weekend we headed to the fitzgerald park for breakfast at the tria cafe, we took a walk in the park later and towards one of the exits, a grown ass man was climbing a tree like a fucking chimpanzee and when we got closer to the damn tree he hopped down and started saying I love you, we all got so scared because he kept following us. Thankfully we found a security guard at the exit and told him about the crazy fucker. Other than that it was a pretty amazing trip - def love cork more than dublin. Had the bestest meals at Hayfield manor, spitjack, cornstore and the yummiest cocktails at the rearden.