The next morning, the girls were fine and Scott and I were shaky but no longer hanging onto the toilet. We skipped breakfast, though, as our stomach were still too tender.

We left for the airport just before 11 a.m.. Our time in Dublin was made shorter by food poisoning so our final views of Dublin were from the taxi.

crossing George IV bridge

We were back on Aer Lingus leaving at 12:20 p.m. for London.