europe – Craic Attack Central

Salutations one and all, and allow me first to say welcome to the year 2026.

As you may have gleaned, this post comes to you on 02/01/2026 — because I have already managed to mess up my plan of action for the year.
Nevertheless, I shall power through and talk about how 2025 ended, and my hopes for the year ahead.

When I set up this website, I had made one of the biggest — and scariest — decisions of my life:
quit my job, go travelling, attend a fitness camp, and grow as a person.

Thankfully, that time became the greatest period of my life, and one I will never regret.
However… it was also short.

To anyone I meet, I tell them they need to do something like that at some point in their life. However, as I sit here and contemplate my own journey, I sometimes wonder — is it fair to say that when I cut mine short because a work opportunity I couldn’t pass up landed in my lap?

The answer to that question, for me at least, is no.

And that’s exactly why I appreciate those moments so deeply.

That journey awakened new feelings and new aspects of myself. It created a hunger to continue growing, continue improving, and continue being healthy — in both body and mind.

Although there were setbacks to those goals in 2025, I want to continue them and expand my horizons in 2026.
That includes exploring more of myself, my beliefs, my surroundings, my country — and, if time permits, the world.

One thing I know for certain is that I plan to attend the WWE event in Turin, Italy — my first time ever visiting Italy. I want to come back here and tell you about the experience, good or bad, and reflect on the impact it had on me.

In 2025, I attended Clash in Paris — and while I was there, I focused too much on maximising the time rather than enjoying it.
Maybe someday I’ll write about the journey itself: walking the streets of Paris, seeing the Eiffel Tower, and everything in between.
But that’s for future Craic.

For now, I want to say this:

To anyone who read any of the 12 posts from 2025, I truly appreciate you. Writing them made me feel more — more creative, more inspired — and I hope to continue that throughout 2026, even if it’s just a single paragraph or a quote that felt right on a given day.

I plan to continue with the support of the great Gavin Meenan (Instagram link) and the awesome facilities of ROM (Range Of Motion Sligo) (Instagram link) and hopefully share the positive steps along the way.

Ah — There’s my quote for the day.

You Had A Good Year – Craic Attack

Slán go fóill! And Póg mo Thóin! My Craic Addicts!

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It’s funny how different you can feel in just 24 hours. One moment, I was in Ireland with a knot in my stomach, nerves running wild, yet excitement bubbling underneath. The anticipation of what was to come was overwhelming. I stood outside the bus station for 30 minutes before departure—the longest downtime of the entire journey.

On the way to the airport, I was lucky to have a seat to myself, which gave me the chance to dive into videos about what to see and do in Thailand. As I arrived at Dublin Airport, the true mix of emotions hit me—a blend of excitement and dread. Security was an eye-opener; it wasn’t until I reached the checkpoint that I realized just how much useless stuff I had on me. It took three trays to hold all my belongings, and the staff made sure to let me know I was taking too long.

Once through security, I took a few minutes to repack my things and made my way to the gate. My first flight with Qatar Airways was a 6+ hour journey. I was naive about what to expect as an economy passenger, but the flight attendants were attentive, offering plenty of beverages, a snack, and even a meal—which did wonders to calm my nerves and pass the time.

I was seated next to an incredibly friendly gentleman, who found my travel inexperience amusing and was happy to share his own experiences. The only downside? The window seat. Asking to get out for the facilities felt awkward, and I haven’t yet figured out a solution to that problem.

After 6 hours and 30 minutes, I landed at Hamad International Airport in Doha. I had hyped myself up about this airport, having heard it was one of the nicest in the world. Initially, I thought it was on par with Dublin, but as I ventured closer to my gate, I was blown away by the intricate ornaments and beautiful design.

The worst part? Finding out that Manchester United had lost to Brighton—but I expected that.

Boarding the next flight was surprisingly smooth. As it was a connecting flight, I expected thorough checks, but it was a breeze. This time, I had an aisle seat, which came with its own perks. The screen was positioned to the side rather than in front of me, and though the quality was a bit lower, the flexibility of movement made up for it.

Upon landing in Thailand, airport checks were smooth, and I took a taxi to my accommodation.

Seeing groups of people packed into the backs of trucks, vans, and pickups was both unsettling and fascinating. One odd moment stood out—our taxi had a minor bump with a motorbike, leading to a quick but heated exchange before both drivers simply moved on as if nothing had happened.

The biggest challenge came upon arriving in town six hours before check-in. Lugging my gear around during this wait was an experience in itself.

I passed the time by visiting several coffee shops and exploring a few areas, but the real adventure starts tomorrow. Now that I’m settled, the nerves have vanished, replaced by pure excitement for what’s ahead and the personal growth this journey will bring.