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Using paper bags is a nice thing. Paper bags are usually larger than their plastic brothers, they can hold an impressive weight, and of course – they are friendly to the environment. However, they do have one disadvantage. When used in rain, they loose their structural integrity…More...

Almost all the shops I’ve been to here in Dublin use paper bags. Only three places have I gotten plastic bags, and all these places were non-Irish companies. I’ve done quite a bit of shopping since I got here. My place lacked everything from a kettle to bed sheets. There is probably still a few things missing, but after almost two weeks of non-stop shopping I’m starting to see the end.

Lucky for me I’ve only been subject to structural breach once. Now, this isn’t to say that it hasn’t been raining these past weeks. After all, this is the green island we’re talking about here. They named it that for a reason. But only once have I traveled with paper bags in hostile environment for more than, say, two blocks. It was from the Starbucks on Dame street to my bus stop at the far end of O’Connell street. This is about a 10 minutes walk.

I had just bought a new cell phone and being the caffeine junky I am I can’t seem to walk past that lady of the stars without stopping in for a venti strong black coffee, no milk, for here please, thank you. As I reached the bus stop and shifted the bag from my left to my right hand I realize I’m no longer holding a paper bag with a cell phone in it. I am standing there with a papier-mache-ishly wrapped cell phone with two rolled-up paper strings attached. I scramble to save my new Sony Ericsson from the inevitable fall into O’Connell’s storm drain and just in time I manage to jump away from the street-size tsunami of gutter-water as my bus pulls in.

So, in closing, to all the people of Dublin I say: Cudos for saving the environment, but I believe recycling should be done once I’ve completed the journey from the store to my home. Thank you!

When moving from one country to another – or probably even within a country – you expect certain things to be different. You even expect to find differences in places not expected and looked for. In what I hope will become a mini-series of blog-posts I’ll point out some of the oddities I experience as I make the transition from citizen of Oslo, Norway to citizen of Dublin, Ireland. First out – the money! As you all know Norway runs on Norwegian kroner while Ireland – like most of EU – runs on Euro. At any given time there is about 8 NOK to a EUR (€), which means that at first glance everything looks very cheap. It also means that I expect to either become very good at multiplying by 8 or just compare everything to the price of a large coffee at Stabucks. (The largest one is 2.90, it’s called “Venti” and will get you a huge cup of strong, black coffee – much like the one you see Gibbs drink in NCIS. I think it contains 0.8 liters of coffee.)More...

One of the first things I did when I got here was to open an account with the Allied Irish bank (AIB). They have a branch office on campus which is convenient, and they have something called a student plus account which I guess is a good deal for me. It set me up with a regular account, Internet banking and of course – a debit card!

I was happy to see that my new plastic fantastic came with a smart card chip. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, these little babies are gonna change the world of credit card security as we know it. However, finding a store that will actually accept my card is a totally different story. It’s not that they don’t won’t this particular card. After all, it’s not only a smart card. The old magnetic strip is still there. They won’t accept any card. They don’t have a terminal!

Coming from Norway – the technology capitol of Sweden (…) – I’m used to use my card for everything. And I mean everything! Shopping, the movies, parking-meters… I even buy chewing-gum with my card. Here in Dublin I can’t even use it to buy groceries!

So you can see, cash has again entered my life. Bills and coins – they are everywhere. And I’m affraid they have come to stay.

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