A visit to Guinness Storeroom in Dublin

What we heard: The Guinness Storeroom has the most amazing view of Dublin.

What they don’t tell you: The Guinness Storeroom is a seven-story funnel designed to cram as many people as possible into a glitzy special effects zone that glosses over the basics of beer production.

The self-guided tour functions in a spiral that forces the visitor upward until they finally reach a rooftop bar surrounded 360 degrees by floor-ceiling glass. That’s where the ticket holder gets their pint, while surveying some of the most beautiful views of Dublin. But at the time, you get to share the space with hordes of other people, not enough seating and some of the loudest music you’ve ever heard.

So, it’s like a crowded bar on the weekend in vivid daylight.

And for fans of industrial history like me, it’s a disappointment.

And who decided to pass out lots of alcohol and tell people to climb stairs and escalators…

I probably would have paid extra to skip the fields of barley and cascading water to focus on a quiet room with historical artifacts.

The cask-making room was the best done– with displays of all the tools and photos of the men working. There were videos of how it was done and signs about how back-breaking the work was. But it was tiny, with ginormous piles of casks that competed with the actual history.

And the trains were on the same floor as the cafe. It made the trains feel like an afterthought instead of the exhibit.

But next to the trains there was an interesting piece of artwork. A sculpture listing the surnames of the workers. That was a fascinating recognition that industry is built on the backs of people.

A Walk Through Ali Sabieh

Ali Sabieh is a train town in Djibouti. The railroad to Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, opened in the late 1880s, I believe. Ethiopia is landlocked and depends on neighbors for imports. 

We visited the old train and train station and walked through town. 

   
   
Next we visited the purple mountain in the background.

  
As the town shrinks…

   
  
 
At the bottom before lunch I saw strange things:

   
 
Lunch was chicken and many, many flies.

  
Our driver packed some French fries and fed them to these baboons on the roadside:

   
  

When we continued on our trip, where the standard highway meets the African desert road, our guide pointed out that Ali Sabieh has no petrol stations. We stopped at what appeared to be someone’s house and he filled our car with gas from jugs. They used a water bottle cut into a funnel and wrapped it with a scarf.

 

our guide, Momo, talking to the girl who found my tattoo

 
Meanwhile, I made a friend with a little girl in a green dress. She offered me a candy. I refused. She showed me the candy on her tongue as if I didn’t understand it was candy. Then she poked my arm.

I looked down. She had noticed my bat tattoo. She scurried away and returned with every kid in the neighborhood. I peeled up my sleeve and this horde of children poked and prodded my arm. The girl talked with Momo, our guide, but I don’t know what all the children said when they were chattering like crazy.

White lady. Head uncovered. Short hair. Strange bat on arm. I am indeed an oddity.

And then they left.