Life in a big city has always been more complex, complicated and challenging to the one in countryside where the mere thought of travelling does not result in an outburst of stressful thoughts and images, sweaty palms, dry mouth and steep rise of blood pressure – in general an acute attack of panic and suicidal tendencies.
No, travelling countryside in comparison to the big city is like a soothing balm to your soul when you move along those rustic lanes lined with luscious green trees and bushes, sweeping views of endless corn and potatoe fields -it’s like you almost forget you are trying to get from point a to point b subconsciously wishing this moment would last forever.
Yes, but this is only when you’re lucky enough to be a countryman or woman.
Those in the big cities are doomed to completely different lifestyle – basically life in a concrete jungle where the only rule is: devour the weaker one or you will be devoured. Of course everyday you try to soften the blow with the morning cup of soya latte from your favourite coffee shop or a soothing music when you travel those stuffy buses with your eyes closed desperately trying to pretend you are somewhere completely else, like basking in the sun on one of those white-sand beaches of Bali or sipping a glass of wine on terrace of your holiday house in southern France. You almost feel that gentle morning breeze on your face but than suddenly a strange sour smell of a cow dung makes you realise you are not in southern France and it’s actually not even a cow dung – it’s the smell of sweaty armpit hair of a fat guy standing next to you.
No, this is the last time, you promise yourself, tomorrow I’m getting a taxi, or better still, one of those executive services with soft leather seats and a black tied driver serving you chilled bottle of sparkling water before you get in, yes tomorrow I’m going to treat myself, make up for all those humiliating moments. Yes you will, but instead you end up with your nose back to the armpit of the same fat guy on the bus the very next morning.
How charming – your big city life – you wouldn’t change for anything in this world – even for those sweeping views of corn and potatoe fields.
Airport Taxi, Airport Transfer, Transfer Dublin Airport, Airport Transfer Dublin
The cookie settings on this website are set to "allow cookies" to give you the best browsing experience possible. If you continue to use this website without changing your cookie settings or you click "Accept" below then you are consenting to this.