Details will be provided in the travelogue but the icing on the cake was the older Irish man in Cork airport when we were queueing to board the plane to London. The ground crew wasn't directing the flow of people well and we got caught in the crush.
"Why are these people pushing to the front?" he asked, looking pointedly at omniana (who is more obviously East Asian than I) and me. "Is it because they're foreign?"
I stared hard at him, a slight sneer of disbelief frozen on my lips.
"Yes, I think it is," he said, and looked away.
As we followed him into the queue, I spoke loudly and at great length to omniana about my opinions on racist asshats. What I really wanted to do, though, was spork out his eyes and force-feed them to him. But I may have some tendencies towards violence.