…And yes, you can take this title literally, because today’s blog post is going to be about the “Irish Paintball Adventures” I’ve experienced here in Ireland about a week ago. Before this event I’ve always seen colour as something beautiful, innocent and harmless. I changed my mind about “harmless colour” quite quickly when I was on the battlefield, running up a hill, while the enemy team did great job in covering me with paint.
It was the 7th of February, two days before Eduardo’s birthday, but because my Mexican roommate refused to have a birthday party on a school day (the 9th is a Monday), he decided that we are going to celebrate it today – on a battlefield. I still don’t understand why he wanted to celebrate it in a war zone. I know that everyone loves colourful birthdays, but you don’t take that literally! But I’m not complaining, as I’ve played paintball before, and I’ve loved it.
It turned out that Eduardo had already organized everything. All I had to do, was to get up early in the morning, which was quite hard for me, as I usually sleep until twelve o’clock on weekends, but I eventually managed to get out of my cosy bed and got ready for our adventure. I knew that paintball is anything but painless. But Eduardo showed me a brochure of “Delta Force”, where you clearly saw how much protection the players wore. So I felt quite safe and only took my grey jacket with me, a painful mistake as it turned out later.
Unfortunately the paintball field was somewhere out in the nowhere. We first took a bus to get into Dublin’s city centre and then went to a train station. Eduardo’s friends were there, loads of them. I knew a few of them from the Zombie run, but there were at least 15 persons. A few of his friends came late, so we missed our train and had to wait for the next one. It didn’t bother me, as I was busy taking pictures of the railway station.
After 30 minutes of waiting outside in the cold, our train finally arrived and together with Eduardo’s approximately 20 friends we got on it. I’ve never used an Irish train before and I have to say that it was in quite a good condition.
I fell asleep in the train, but fortunately Eduardo realized it and woke me up when we had to get off, otherwise I would have been in quite a bad situation. I hadn’t a clue where we were, so I just followed Eduardo. We took another bus and gradually came closer to the paintball centre. We eventually arrived at a park, where the way to the paintball fields was marked. We followed the signs until an employee of “Delta Force” stopped us and told us that we can’t walk through the forest to get to the paintball centre, because we could get shot. Everyone was laughing, a very funny joke, isn’t it? But she was serious, she told us that there were hunters in the forest and that they could shoot at us by accident… She called us a few big taxis who brought us up the hill and into the forest where the paintball fields were located.
Fortunately all of us arrived alive at the Paintball Centre. The Marshals (Instructors) were already waiting for us and gave us our “equipment”. Why did I put equipment in quotation marks? Because next to the ammunition they only gave us an overall and a mask. I was standing there quite shocked and asked them where I could get the rest of the protection gear. They answered, that they have protection vests, but they usually only give them to girls, so I refused to take them. There also were protection gloves, but I would have had to pay extra for them, but I didn’t want to waste my money for extra protection, the ammunition was already expensive enough (100 paintballs = 10 Euro).
To my Followers: Yes, I know, my hands always get ruined, because I don’t have gloves… I never learn my lesson 🙂
I bought 400 paintballs and got ready for combat. Before we were allowed to go into a real combat zone together with an enemy team, we had to learn how to use our weapons. A Marshal explained us everything and told us, that we should have a small practice game among friends before we joined the big games with over 40 players in huge paintball fields. We agreed and went to a map called: “Chemical Alley”
I was in the brown team and was fighting against the brown team. Eduardo was in the brown team and they got defeated so fast and easily, that the Marshal told us to play another round, but nothing changed and Eduardo got shot at his unprotected hand (not me, yet). After the game I told Eduardo he should change to team green, otherwise this could be a very pain(t)ful birthday for him, but he stayed in his team for some reason.
We then joined the “big” games and went to a map called: “Castle Wallenberg”. Because of the green duct tape around my arm I had to join the already existing team green while Eduardo joined team brown. I was curious why Eduardo didn’t want to move to my team after his devastating defeat in “Chemical Alley”, so I asked him. He didn’t tell me why, he just smiled. I thought that he was either crazy or that he just liked to be shot at. Anyway, the map was absolutely and utterly awesome! There was a huge castle on a hill and one team had to prevent another team from rising a flag placed next to the castle. My team had to defend the flag at first and went into the castle. I looked down the hill and saw something very suspicious, Eduardo was grinning at me… He knew something, something I should have realized earlier, but I eventually found out when I heard the whistle…
Link to Delta Force Paintball Dublin (where I’ve been):