We arrived at Little Morgans and immediately felt welcomed and at home by the three staff,Gaz, Joe and Zoe. The hostel is located right by the lake with a beautiful treehouse, and it's kinda it's own little world. It is owned by a Dublin man, Morgan, who never lost his accent! As we were checking in, a loud Kerry jersey caught my attention in the bar. It wouldn't be the last time we would see it! Let me say that we haven't been looking or not looking for fellow Irish travellers, we just hadn't met any yet, so it's comforting to see someone from your own country. We introduced ourselves to the three Irish lads and swapped travel stories. We were heading north and they were heading south, so we exchanged plenty of tips, hostel names,must do activities etc. It wasn't long (five minutes) when we all felt we knew each other well enough to start the slagging. The Irish craic had begun.
For the next three days, we discussed everything and anything in our fast paced,full of laughter way. The surrounding guests looked at us in awe, not believing we were speaking English, until they joined in the fun themselves. We got to experience a different variation of the Kerry jersey each day (supposedly that's all he packed), we taught anyone who would listen some Irish sayings including 'There's great drying out there today' and 'Slainte' (of course). We explained the Rose of Tralee and badly sang the words we could muster together. We mostly laughed and laughed some more.
The whole hostel celebrated Thanksgiving together with a meal and rum punch night. The atmosphere was special. About 50 people conversing, laughing, singing, dancing all with their own stories, own cultures, own journeys, all grateful to be in Little Morgans on that night. Nearing the death of the night, or the start of the sunrise, I noticed all five Irish still going strong, a Canadian and the wonderful Wim from Netherlands. It made me think two things, one that maybe our drinking reputation is true and two, you can't beat the Irish craic !