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My Car in Ireland

Subaru WRX Front

Subaru WRX Front

The car left Australia towards the end of February and arrived in Dublin on April 17, just after Easter.  It took customs until April 25 to clear the car and my personal belongings, so I had to wait longer than I thought :-(.  Anyway, I got the call on the 25th, that all was ok and had to figure how to get to Kill which is about 30-40 km out of Dublin.

Before driving the car I had to make sure that I had insurance for obvious reasons!  I shopped around and expected the worst, as car insurance in Ireland is VERY expensive.  Most companies refused to insure me as they didn’t ‘deal with that type of car’, or ‘2.0L is to big an engine, sorry.’  They really had me laughing my head off when I put the phone down.  There was also the ‘Oh I’m sorry they are all on lunch at the moment, someone will be here after 2 p.m.’  and that was with the majority of firms, not just small ones!

Once I began to get some quotes, I was ready to ask for a pay rise.  The quotes were £5,400, £3,200, £2,300 (unconfirmed) and £1570.  Needless to say, you can guess which one I went for!  Insuring a car without number plates proved to be a problem and I had to pay a fraction more for that privilege, but it’s all settled now.

Getting out to Kill proved interesting as it was a bad time of day with the taxi companies getting busy, so it cost me £54 to get out to there, which is an absolute rip off.  They don’t use their meters when they go out of county Dublin, even when it’s not that far.  If I’d waited till the morning I could have got out there for around £30, but the timing was good for work so I headed off to get it.

The taxi took around 1 hour in the wonderful Dublin traffic and to top it off the driver didn’t believe me when I said we had passed the exit we needed to take.  Turning around on he N7 was an interesting exercise even with traffic lights.  Imagine trying to cross a four lane highway at an intersection where they don’t have signals for turning right or left.  It’s just a free for all.  Then you have to wait ages for the lights to change again!

Anyway I got to the moving company, which was quite a big complex in the middle of no where.  They were very helpful and gave me a jump start ot get the car going.  It had already been on for a while, as the engine was warm, so they had either been for a spin, or tried to run it to charge the battery. 🙂

After putting all my belongings in the car (it was packed full) I headed off back towards the highway.  It was about 5:30 pm by the time I got back to the N7, so the traffic was very thick.  There was no way I was going to get across 4 lanes of traffic, so I headed left, intending to turn around at the next set of lights.  When I planted my foot I got a hell of a shock as the car took off, even with all my belongings in it.  You tend to forget these things when you have been in slow, little Irish cars!  Then it put a smile on my face after I had recovered from the fact that I was now going faster than the traffic in a few seconds. 🙂

I managed to find my way back home without a map and didn’t get pulled over by any police asking where my number plates where or my road tax information was, so I was pretty pleased.

The next step was to wait for the seven days before I could get my Irish number plates.  The paper work had to be sent from the customs office to the Vehicle Registration Office (VRO).  I gave them a call a week later to check that the paper work had arrived and made an appointment with them to get the registration sorted out.

I arrived dead on the 2:15 p.m. appointment time and was served straight away.  The man who I had the appointment with soon came to see me and started asking all the normal questions.  I had to provide some more information for their paper work.  He then went way and tried to put the information in the system.  This is when the whole process turned out to be a pain in the backside.  You see they had never seen an Australian Subaru Impreza WRX and didn’t have the correct code for the car in the computer system.  That meant he had to get someone at the office where they make these codes to put one in before he could continue.  He called the person who specializes in the code making business, to find that he wasn’t there.  When he found someone else who could do the same thing we had to go back out to the car and get some more information from the manual and compliance plates etc.  We had to do that a couple of times too!

Finally the code was entered and I was registered!  During this time I had found out that I don’t get the number plates from the VRO, but from any car garage or car parts shop.  All I needed to do was take the registration information into such a place and they would provide me with the plates.  I also found out that I had to pay the road tax at the local council and not at the VRO, but couldn’t do that until I had received the official registration information, which was to be posted out in three days time.

I asked for some directions on the nearest place to get the number plates.  Would you believe that he didn’t really know!  I extracted enough information to work out that I should head for the local shopping centre and go to a garage next to it or a car parts store inside it.  I noticed a tyre, brakes, etc. place and wandered in there to find that they didn’t do them.  They suggested I went to the garage.  I headed over there, but they said they would have to order them in.  Back to the shopping centre and into the store to find that they give you plates with no holes to attach them to the car.  Once I got the plates I headed back to the garage to see if they could put them on.  They agreed and asked me to come around the back, which would have been great, except a delivery van was blocking the dam driveway.

The plates cost me £15 and £5 for putting them on.  I left work at 1:45 p.m. and returned at 5:30 p.m.  When I apologized and explained what had happened, everyone was just accepting saying it sounded normal. 🙂

I went on my first decent drive on the long weekend just gone to Newtownards, east of Belfast, where I stayed with a friend.

Subaru WRX Side

Subaru WRX Side

Snow in Dublin

I’ve mixed two posts here, as the first day was just photos.

February 27 and 28, 2001

With snow falling for most of the night there was still plenty on the ground when I pulled back my curtains in the morning.  The skies had cleared and the snow had stopped falling, so I gather that it will melt away over the next couple of days.

Snow Day 1 - Apartment Entrance

Snow Day 1 - Apartment Entrance

Snow Day 1 - Bedroom View

Snow Day 1 - Bedroom View

Snow 2nd Day - Bedroom View

Snow 2nd Day - Bedroom View

St. Lawrence Rd. looks a lot clearer without the constant snow fall in the morning.  Some cars still had around 5 cm of snow on them.  When I was walking along I could see where people have scraped snow off the cars to make snow balls.

Snow Day 1- Saint Lawrence Road

Snow Day 1- Saint Lawrence Road

Snow Day 2 - Saint Lawrence Road

Snow Day 2 - Saint Lawrence Road

Snow Day 1 - Saint Lawrence Road Car

Snow Day 1 - Saint Lawrence Road Car

The rubbish bin is a lot happier with the weather today, with a big smile rather than his sad, glum face of yesterday.

Snow Day 1 - Saint Lawrence Road Bin

Snow Day 1 - Saint Lawrence Road Bin

Snow Day 2 - Saint Lawrence Road Bin

Snow Day 2 - Saint Lawrence Road Bin

This is the view from the path that I walk along to work.  Work is to the right of this photo across the water.  I walk in this direction on the way home.

Snow 2nd Day - Clontarf to Sea

Snow 2nd Day - Clontarf to Sea

You can just see the first Oracle building in the far left of this photo.

Snow 2nd Day - Clontarf to Work

Snow 2nd Day - Clontarf to Work

This was the view from work on the first day.

Snow Day 1 - Work View

Snow Day 1 - Work View

What’s Happening With Me in Ireland

Instead of cluttering up everybody’s inbox’s with huge emails containing pictures I’ve decided to let you decide if you want to see them!

This page will contain updates on a semi-regular basis about my life in Ireland.  An electronic diary I suppose.

[edit: Oh well it was a nice idea at the time 🙂 ]

February 25, 2001

Work

Everything is still going well at work.  It’s looks like I will have to go to the Java One conference in the US and the various Oracle Open World’s when they kick off later in the year.

I’m starting to get my teeth into some of the main tasks that I need to do.  I’m currently writing a business plan and road map for the product that we intend to build.  I’m sure you will all be facinated to read that once I’ve finished it :-).

I’ve been given a mobile phone from work, which is fantastic as my Australian one stopped working in the middle of February when the contract ran out.  I had planned that :-).

Here are some shots of the Oracle buildings close up.  The one of the left is Building 1, which is the main reception area.  The one of the right is Building 2, which is where I work.  It’s just to the left of Building 1.

[edit: Top is Building 1 and bottom is building 2]

Oracle Ireland Building 1

Oracle Ireland Building 1

Oracle Ireland Building 2

Oracle Ireland Building 2

Accommodation

I’m still living at the Oracle provided apartment located off Howth Rd. in Clontarf, just north of Dublin.  However, I have finally found a place to move into and have put a holding deposit down.

It’s a brand new 3 level, 4 bedroom townhouse located in a secure apartment/townhouse complex on St. Alphonsus Rd., Drumcondra.  The builders are still putting the finishing touches on it and it then needs to be furnished.  I had a look at the show house, so don’t think I’m being stupid getting something that I have no idea what the final outcome is.  Some other Oracle people are also in one of the completed houses.  My flatmate at the moment, Chris, is also taking one.

The ground floor has a huge open kitchen/dining area with a sliding door at the rear to a court yard.  The second floor has 3 bedrooms, a single, double and double with ensuite.  A bathroom is also on this level.  Going up the stairs again is a huge double bedroom and ensuite with a study across the hall.  It can also act is a bedroom for emergency sleeping.  I intend on having the top floor for myself, except for sharing the study, if necessary.

Both the city and work are no more than 20 minutes walk away, so it’s convenient, especially when you consider that a you can be waiting for more than an hour for a taxi home on a busy night.

Here is the crunch, the rent is £1600 a month and there might be payments for a cleaning lady on top of that.  I intend to split the rents up along the lines of £500 for the top room and bathroom, £425 for the double with ensuite, £360 for the double, and £315 for the single.  To move in I will need to pay £1600 deposit, £1600 for the first month’s rent and get a number of household goods such as kitchen items (utensils, pots and pans, plates, glasses), bedroom items (sheets, pillow, electric blanket), bathroom items (bin, towels, mats).  I will also need to get a TV, video and stereo.

That’s a lot of money to get together so I will have to try and make sure that I get some flat mates organised as soon as possible.  Chris has already advertised for his flatmates and got a huge response.  He has also given me some contacts of people that are still looking, so that should work out well.  In any case it will not be hard to find people!

Here is an interesting statistic.  The taxi driver on the way home from Friday night out said that Dublin now has 2 women to very man.  He keeps getting women asking him to take them to where the men are.  He was complaining that he had to ask his wife out 6 times before he had any success, now the women are fighting each other for the men!  Knowing taxi drivers I doubt it’s true!

Which brings me to…

My First Night Out

A few of the guys from work wanted to go out into town, so I asked where they were going and decided to join them later.  They all go straight from work, which I can’t understand, as they don’t eat!  I went home, got changed, cooked some food and headed for the bus stop.  I had no idea if the buses where still running at 21:00, but I thought I’d try my luck.  As I got out of the estate a bus went zooming past, dam.  I then looked towards the bus stop to see another one coming immediately behind it.  I ran towards the stop and luckily managed to stop it just after it had started to move off.  I have to work out the bus schedules!

I met some of the people from work at the Temple Bar in Temple Bar.  Now that needs some explaining.  Dublin has an area full of pubs, clubs, restaurants and other touristy type places all put in an old style setting with cobblestone streets etc.  This area is called Temple Bar, but there is also a pub called Temple Bar in Temple Bar.  Got it?

The pub was not really my scene so I decided to go for a walk after an hour or so and see what some of the other places I’ve heard about are like.  I went to Zanzibar, but there was a huge queue and I was not going to stand outside and freeze.  The same for another couple of the better clubs.  I then headed for a supposed dive of a place called Copper Face Jacks.  It’s nickname is Slapper Face Jacks, where ‘slapper’ is Irish slang for sluts.  It certainly reminded me of my uni days at a Brisbane night club called Hogies, where everyone was there to get totally smashed.  It’s seems the Irish man’s way to pick up is to get as drunk as possible and then sway towards the dance floor, pint in hand, with general gyrations directed at the nearest female.  It was certainly entertaining and the music was ok.

Mum you can cancel that email you are writing now, asking if I went home alone.  I did!

On Saturday I went into the city to meet a Swedish lady, Jackie, that I met on ICQ (Internet chat program) before I left Australia.  She was very helpful with hints and tips about living in Dublin.  She took me window shopping for all the things that I will need for decking out the new house.  She’s a great person and will probably become a good friend.

In the afternoon I went to Dun Laorghie on the south side of Dublin, again to meet someone from ICQ.  It’s a coastal community and with the sun shining (it was still cold) everyone was out to enjoy the scenery and weather.  Siobhan picked me up from the train station and took me around a some of the surrounding areas.

By the time I got home around 5:00, I was worried about the super market being closed, as I was completely out of fresh food.  It’s open to 20:00 on a Saturday, which is handy to know.  With the move to the new house being at least three weeks away I decided to have a big shop and get some decent food.

Shopping in Dublin

Shopping is definitely different in Dublin with small suburban shops still the place to go for the weekly shop.  Shopping centres are making inroads in the outer suburbs (I haven’t seen them yet), but they certainly, don’t have an Indooroopilly Shopping Town across the road from me :-(.  Now that is something I miss!

About 5 minutes walk from where I live now there is a news agent, bottle store, dry cleaners and supermarket set-up at physically different stores, but owned by the same group.  There is also a couple of takeaway places, bank pharmacy, mobile phone store etc.  It’s really the supermarket that stands out as not quite the normal thing you would expect.  The supermarkets are not that big either, with a resulting drop in the selection of goods to purchase.  You still get everything you need, but not quite the selection you want.  One interesting thing is that the supermarket sells Lenard’s (Australian company) chicken, pre-packaged on the shelf.

Heading into the city is a different story with all the different types of stores you would expect to find.  There are two main shopping areas which are pedestrian only areas, but don’t have a mall feel as the pedestrian areas are just streets with cobblestones or concrete instead of road.  One area, Grafton St., is located on the south side of the river and the other, Henry St., is on the north side.  The south side has the traditional snobby values associated with it, so you will find the expensive stores there and it also has a cleaner and friendlier appearance.

There are a lot of different department stores in the city compared with Australia, but like all retail stores in the world, it’s the same stuff to sell with a different name on the shop front.  That’s a bit of an over simplification, but fundamentally true.

Look at All the Aliens!

Immigration Line

Immigration Line

I had to go to the Irish Immigration Registration Office to make my work permit all official and give the government my contact details etc.  I was told that it might be difficult to get served and to expect to wait a while, with the best time to go being late in the evening.  I decided to go around 14:00 and check where it was and whether I would be able to get served.  Unfortunately there was no chance.

The way the system works you have to get a ticket, like the ones at the supermarket deli.  If you get a ticket that’s great, you then have to wait until your number is called.  If you happen to have gone for a walk and your number is called then you don’t get served and you have to come back another day.  If you come in and there are no tickets left, you have to come back another day.

When I arrived at 14:00 there were no tickets left, so I decided that I would have to arrive before opening (08:00) and brave the cold by lining up outside the entrance.  As you can see from the photo a number other people had a similar idea :-(.  I arrived at 07:50 and couldn’t believe the line.  The person just behind me was, would you believe, also from Indooroopilly!  She was a law student taking a break before heading back to start her articles.  She was only here for around seven weeks.

When we eventually got let into the complex I managed to get ticket number 81.  That sounds bad enough, but they were still on the 80’s from the day before, so there were around 100 people before me.  I ended up taking walks around Dublin for most of the day and then coming back to see how they numbers were going.  In my travels I saw some normal Dublin people going about their business and thought you might be interested :-).

Normal Dublin People Crop

Normal Dublin People Crop

Eventually I managed to get served around 14:00 and made it to work soon after.  I was so sore from walking around Dublin all that time, but I did get to see quite a lot and learn where things are.

Dublin City

To help describe what the city is like I will need some photos, so I don’t have to write as much :-).  Stay tuned for the next update!

The Weather

To be honest while it has been cold there it hasn’t really been that bad, I’ve only had to use my umbrella about three or four times (thanks Dad!).  The weekends have been fantastic with sunny days which make it great for getting out and about.  When it rains it’s more like drizzle than real rain.  One morning I took a pic of the frost on the cars and lawn outside the apartment block where I’m living now.  Here it is.

Ashbrook Frost on Car

Ashbrook Frost on Car

When you look at it in its orignal size you will be able to see the girl on the left pouring hot water over the windows of the car.

You can already see the days getting longer and the weather is getting warmer.  People are saying that it’s been quite mild since I arrived, but I’m not complaining.