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or is it ‘If I was a traveller’?

It doesn’t really matter because I’m neither a ‘were a traveller’ or a ‘was a traveller’, unless you count these last few days in Dublin, Ireland as travelling, which is exactly what they’ve been, I guess.  Or is it a holiday?  When people go travelling around the world and don’t come back for months or years, does that mean they’re travelling or does that mean they’re on a really long holiday, or does it mean both?

I don’t know.

I do know that I’m writing this late at night (early in the morning) because our ‘last night in Dublin’ went wrong when we all (me, kit, adam, john) fell asleep in our hostel room at about 8pm and didn’t wake up until nearly 11pm.  We were (was?) supposed to be getting drunk on Guinness (everyone’s new favourite drink!) and making yet another visit to the cash point to help fund this ridiculously expensive travelling holiday.  Never mind.  I’m washed, showered, partly packed and almost ready for bed.  In the morning I will get up, straighten my hair, get dressed, finish off the packing, grab some included breakfast, and then make my way to the airport for the return flight home.  I’ll be sad to leave, as I really like it here.  I really like the hostel thing too.  Maybe I could have done the long holiday thing afterall.
Time to go.  People are waiting to get on this FREE internet machine to visit this site and read what I’ve just written if they’ve not just read it over my shoulder already anyway.

If you didn’t get a postcard, it’s because I didn’t have your address, or I did, but didn’t send you one.