Alright, so, Dublin to Liverpool. That was a bit of an adventure, let me tell ya. Didn’t just magically appear in Liverpool, you know. There was a whole process, a proper journey, and I figured I’d share how it all went down for me.
Deciding on the Route
First things first, I had to figure out how I was actually going to make the hop across the Irish Sea. Flying is an option, sure. Quick, maybe. But I’d heard a lot about the ferry, the classic way to do it. Plus, the thought of all that airport hassle – security, waiting around – for such a short distance just didn’t appeal. So, ferry it was. I wanted to see the sea, feel a bit of that old-school travel vibe.
Getting Things Sorted
Next up was booking the ticket. Went online, found a ferry company. The website was… well, it was a website. Took a bit of clicking around, you know how it is. Had to pick a time, which is always a gamble. Go too early and you’re rushing, go too late and you’re wasting a day. I aimed for a morning crossing, figured that was a good balance.
Then, packing. Oh boy, packing. I’m one of those “I’ll do it later” types. So, naturally, it was a bit of a last-minute scramble. Just started grabbing things, throwing them into a bag. Pretty sure I packed way too many socks and probably forgot something essential. Standard procedure for me, really.
The Journey to Dublin Port
On the day, I got myself up, had a quick bite. Getting to Dublin Port wasn’t too bad. Grabbed a taxi. The driver was a character, full of chat, which helped pass the time. We got there with plenty of time to spare, thankfully. I always have this little fear of missing the boat, or plane, or whatever it is.
Checking in was pretty straightforward. Showed my booking, got my boarding pass. It all felt quite efficient, which was a pleasant surprise. Then it was just a matter of waiting to board. The terminal had the usual buzz of people coming and going.
Onboard the Ferry
Walking onto the ferry itself, that was pretty cool. These things are massive! Found my way around a bit. They’ve got lounges, cafes, even a little shop. I grabbed a coffee and found a seat with a decent view.
The crossing itself was pretty smooth, luckily. I’ve heard stories about rough seas, but this was fine. Spent a good chunk of time just looking out the window, watching the waves. It’s quite mesmerizing, actually. Ireland slowly faded into the distance, and then it was just open sea for a while.
- Walked around the decks a bit to stretch my legs.
- Grabbed some food. Ferry food, you know? It filled a hole.
- Tried to read my book but kept getting distracted by the sea.
It wasn’t a luxury cruise, obviously, but it was comfortable enough. And way more relaxed than being crammed into a plane seat, that’s for sure.
Arriving in Liverpool
After a few hours, land! The approach to Liverpool was really something. Seeing the coastline appear, then the city itself. You start spotting landmarks. It’s always exciting arriving somewhere new like that.
Getting off the ferry was a bit of a shuffle, everyone eager to get going. But it was organized enough. Collected my bag, and then there I was, in Liverpool. Stepping out of the terminal, breathing in the air of a new city. That’s always a good feeling.
So yeah, that was my trip from Dublin to Liverpool. A bit of planning, a bit of travel, and a whole lot of water. It’s definitely a good way to do it if you’re not in a massive rush. More of an experience than just a quick hop. Would I do it again? Yeah, I think I would. There’s something proper about a ferry journey.
