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Mathieu - Indian Reggae on the opposite lane
"How are you, my friend?" Says the driver and opens the door. Without a goal for my asking, he suggests with a friendly smile on the passenger seat. Just five minutes I stood at the National Road N 71 outside of Cork, and gave the thumbs up in the air until my first spontaneous rideshare stopped in Ireland.
Mathieu, who comes from India, is just interested in my goal as I have my own travel philosophy for this tent tour through Ireland is very simple: You can have no fixed target. Leave it to chance, where you'll board. Everything else will be revealed.
So we drive toward the West, accompanied by krächzender of Indian folk music. My driver tells me about his career as a nurse, from his family, which soon will come to Ireland and his newly established home. I'm not much for its own contributions word, because our entertainment is every 30 seconds of the call his wife from India adjourned. Most importantly they can not, because Mathieu makes no stations, the radio silent film. The music has now something of Indian reggae.
My driver maintains the unpleasant habit, while the calls to a slight fall Lenkstarre: Our vehicle is approaching then again the opposite carriageway. Since we are already in Germany on this side of the road driving, I was worried initially not in a situation of reasonable dimensions.
But everything is fine. Mathieu marriage is entirely for the wrong side of the street decides Skibbereen, we reach the bottom in the south of Ireland. To be exact, the local Aldi parking lot. Mathieu adopted me with a hearty handshake and the words: "This is paradise, my friend!" His facial expression tells me that he did not discount the food, but says the country, whose people he described as "good people" into the heart closed.
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