What’s Rugby?
I’m from a country with no tradition in rugby, and a couple of years ago my knowledge of rugby was:
- It’s different from American football (no idea why)
- It has a ball that it’s not ball… that shit isn’t round
- It’s a bunch of big guys that smash one another
- there’s an amazing “dance” from New Zealand named Hakka
- and that’s it… I guess…
And then I went to Ireland during the 6 nations tournament week.
So, the first thing that happened was discovering that this tournament is really important in Ireland.
And the second one was that if we start a road trip with no plans whatsoever, we can finish it in a small town where the youngest inhabitant was probably around 50. (this town and our adventures there deserve an all-new post).
Now imagine 2 girls, around 30, entering a Pub in the middle of f*cking nowhere in Ireland, that was the only place opened where we could be from 8 pm onward, and everybody looks at us. And that everybody was 90% men and all over 50 (at least).
The result:
I learned all the rugby rules since the final of the tournament was in the following day, and if you’re in Ireland and there’s a game (especially a game…
