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The Rocky Road to Dublin

17 °C

We woke up early in Cobh this morning, we had a long drive and day ahead of us and wanted to make sure to get a relatively early start. We finished breakfast by 9:15 and were on the road.

As I said yesterday, today was a lot of driving. We pushed north and then briefly west from Cobh to go to Blarney, a fun medieval castle with a stone that you are supposed to kiss in order to be eloquent. Climbing the castle, however, required ascending a narrow spiral staircase. I had to face down a bit of claustrophobia to make it up, but we beat the crowd and it wasn’t so bad. After that we walked the grounds around Blarney and visited places such as “the wishing stairs,” “the witches kitchen,” and “the fairy grove.” It was all quite cute.

After that we drove north and east towards Dublin. We stopped at the Rock of Cashell, another medieval settlement that was the seat of ecclesiastic power in Ireland for centuries. It was quite picturesque. The sun also began to show through at this point was a marked change from most of our trip. After a guided tour we pressed on towards Dublin.

The drive was unremarkable though beautiful. Raquel spent most of the time calling places to potentially stay while I listened to a soccer match. We arrived in Dublin and were immediately grateful to be back in a major city. It took us some time, however, to find our place through the maze of blocked off streets, pedestrian paths, and one way roads. Eventually, we made it.

After checking in we walked around the city – it really is gorgeous. It is also full of eccentric people. One particularly funny street entertainer would stand on a bin and not move until an unsuspecting victim walked by, then he’d slam his foot on the bin and lurch at the person who, invariably, jumped. It was quite funny. After dinner we bought a few drinks and sat down on a step and watched people walk by. Saturday nights in Dublin are a bit wild. We saw three guys walk by that we’re pretty much fighting with each other. We saw numerous bachelorette parties and some dudes dressed in drag. All in all it was quite entertaining.

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County Cork

The Fog strikes back!

overcast 15 °C

This morning we woke up in the city of Kenmare. After a tasty breakfast we were off to leave behind the County of Clare and discover County Cork. Unfortunately, weather would again play a role in what we were planning to do.

Concededly, we had a lot planned for today. We wanted to see coastal towns that are supposed to have fantastic views of the Ocean from the south of Ireland. As we entered County Cork through fog thicker than days earlier in Dingle, it became clear that the day could end up a wash if we wasted time and energy getting to pretty coastal towns but couldn’t see further than 40 yards in any direction. Switching gears we cut Schull and Baltimore and did a bit more of a historic journey through Cork.

After a multiple hour drive with what I’m sure would have been stunning views we arrived in Skibereen. I know on yesterdays post I spent a lot of time on the great famine so I’ll be brief here. Skibereen is known as the epicenter of the blight, not because it was hit the hardest necessarily (really all of Ireland was) but rather because when people arrived in Cork to investigate what was going on they were directed to Skibereen to investigate the effects first hand. As a result, most of the news reports that were published in England were based on what was happening in Skibereen.

In any event we arrived in Skibereen and went into the local heritage center where all of this information was presented to us. After that we visited the mass grave where tens of thousands of people were buried, coffin-less, during the famine. Its become a traditional marked cemetery now except for one very uneven patch of ground in the center where bright green grass grows. It was, in a lot of ways, haunting.

We left Skibereen on this note and made our way through winding narrow roads east. Our next stop was the Drumberg Stone Circle, another iron age establishment that contained the remains of an ornate burial ground whose axis lined up with the sun’s path during the winter solstice. It also had a couple of huts and a cooking area. It supposedly also had a sweeping view of the coast but, alas, all we could see was white soup in every direction.

After this we continued our eastward trek toward Clonakilty, our next destination. Clonakilty is known for being the birth place of “t’e big fella’ ” – Michael Collins, one of the heroes of the Irish war of independence and an unfortunate causality of the subsequent Irish civil war. We first had lunch at a “glutton-free” restaurant. I’m not sure what that means exactly, but I did not go for the glutton-free option. Indeed, I asked for extra-glutton in my sandwich.* The waitress was not amused. After lunch we spent a good deal of time trying to fix Raquel’s phone, to no avail. I was happy with this time anyway as it gave us a chance just to walk around and take in the city. After this we saw the statute of t’e big fella’ and headed east to see a reconstruction of a ring fort and to see the Michael Collins Heritage Center.

The reconstruction of the ring fort was alright, but the real enjoyment came from our “tour guide” who was a masters student of pre-medeival history named Aoife. She would tell us things like “Well they probably didn’t have a fire in here, right? Because it would be smokey, don’t you think?” And I’d say “Sure.” But its not like I knew at all. At one point she asked me whether I thought they kept their cattle inside or outside the fort. I said I didn’t know, thinking she’d then give me the answer, but she followed it up with a “I’m not too sure either” and trailed off. Not realizing that she was genuinely asking my opinion, I quickly followed up and said that probably sometimes the cattle were inside and sometimes they were outside, depending on the circumstances. She seemed to accept this answer as a distinct possibility. It was quite funny. I’ve learned this trip that the Irish have a very different approach to history and I think this exchange illustrated it. When we in America come across history we tape it up, board it up, preserve it and explain it. When the Irish come across history they allow you to walk around it, explore it, touch it, and in many cases climb on it. They don’t really explain it - its more of an ad hoc approach to trying to figure out what happened. When we were on this tour I was expecting to be spoken at or lectured, much in the same way that we are by tour guides in museums or by explanatory plaques by exhibits in the US. Aoife, while she certainly brought more knowledge to the table of the era, was expecting more of a conversation of Irish history and speculation about what happened; something to muse about and discuss, but not to have a definitive answer on. I suppose it makes sense – no one knows perfectly how sites from 1700 years ago worked, they can speculate, but its all up in the air. In the US we don’t have anything that old – everything (mostly) is written and recorded and we get (and are more accustomed to) more definitive answers.

That’s just my impression anyway.

After this we went to the heritage center and saw a fantastic presentation on t’e Big Fella’. At first it was video clips of him giving speeches (all without audio as he lived before that time). Afterwards, however, the gentleman who owned the center gave a talk on Collins and his life and the civil war. He was captivating and a master story teller. And I also realized it was in the style of oral tradition. Sure, all of the facts I know about t’e big fella’ matched up with what he said but the grandiose style and demeanor was what stole the show. Raquel commented afterwards that he might have just made it all up and we’d never be the wiser. She was right, but moreover, it left such an impression that you walked away with the feeling it just had to be true. Of course, like I said, it wasn’t just made up or purely oral tradition. Everything he said jived perfectly with everything I knew about the era. He also had names and reports that supported what he was saying. It was just the style that struck me.

After this it was around 5 PM – like I said most of the day was driving through pea soup. We decided to head up to Cobh, where we currently are. After driving on every other road in Cobh we finally found the road that our B&B was on, we parked our car and meandered into the town center where there was (and currently is) a very loud festival going on. The festival, however, is geared more towards the teenagers of the town and involves a dance competition in tribute to Michael Jackson (I kid you not). I was particularly moved when a bunch of kids got on stage to “we are the world” and waved their hands back and forth in a completely un-synchronized fashion. Someone held up a globe, upside down, in the background. Just beautiful. In actuality I did get a good laugh out of it. Dinner was good and Raquel and I walked around a bit before turning in. I think the drive took a lot out of us today and we have another monster drive to Dublin tomorrow. We hope to see Blarney castle and a famous rock (still not kidding) on the way, but I imagine most of tomorrow will be getting to Dublin, finding a place, to be followed by many Guinness’s. That’s the plan anyway.

Anyway I’m starting to realize that this adventure is drawing closer to a close. It’s been fantastic and I cannot believe its almost over. As my dad and brother said in the virgin islands, we’re living in the blink – the blink of an eye. Time just seems to race by when you’re on vacation and there isn’t anything to do but enjoy it while it happens. I hope to continue to do so the next few days before I get back stateside.

  • No I didn’t

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Ring of Kerry

Ireland gets stunning

16 °C

Finally - caught up to present! Today was a particularly long day, but well worth it. I saw some of the most beautiful sights today and caught up on a lot of Irish history. This may be a long entry, but stick with me. I have some great pictures of this I cannot wait to share.

So - we woke up in Kilorglin and had breakfast at our B&B, which was very very nice and clean - a great improvement over Kilarney. Raquel, unfortunately, was feeling under the weather. She actually had been for a few days but today it really hit her. We almost decided to stay in Kilorglin and rest up, but she was adamant that we press on and boy am I glad she was. After breakfast we refilled our tank with unleaded petrol and out onto the "ring of Kerry" we went.

For those of you not familiar with the Ring of Kerry its essentially a road that goes in a loop around the Iveragh Peninsula in County Kerry. It covers some of the more scenic parts of Ireland. We first stopped at the Glenbeigh Strand - a little beach that juts out into Dingle bay and faces the Atlantic on one side and the bay on the other. The beach was mostly rocky but the scenery was stunning. It was just the begging.

We continued along the Ring and stopped at a few look outs over the Dingle Bay. Again the view was surreal and the pictures I am certain will not do it justice. Our next major stop, however, was Cahirciveen, a little town along the peninsula with a huge history. This town, in the mid-1800s was a major urban center in the mid-19th century. It had a booming population of 30,000 (!) people and was the site of the first trans-Atlantic telegraph. Then the great famine struck and Cahirciveen and the rest of the ring of Kerry (as well as all of Ireland) was decimated. Millions died. Millions emigrated. Today Cahirciveen has a population of only 1300 people and an empty countryside. Its hard to imagine the magnitude of death and destruction that rocked Ireland 150 years ago but "the Old Barracks" - our first destination in Cahirciveen does a good job of painting the bleak picture. The barracks were built in the early 19th century by the British to establish a military presence in the urban area. Legend has it that the plans for the barracks were confused with an army outpost in India so that the barracks looks more like an Indian frontier outpost than a typical Irish barracks and a frontier outpost in India looks surprisingly like an Irish barracks. Pretty funny - especially considering the barracks looks way out of place in Ireland. In any event, the barracks were historically a symbol of English power and during the Irish Civil War of 1921 the anti-treaty forces burned it. It was subsequently restored in the 1990s and made into something of a historic museum of the region. As a result it covered the famine (and other history) in depth. It paints a dark picture of people dying in their fields and homes in the countryside - wherever they fell. I'd strongly recommend seeing this site if one ever travels to Ireland. It also showed pictures of abandoned houses in the countryside - houses that were abandoned during the great famine either because their owners died or emmigrated. As we continued along the Ring of Kerry these abandoned houses dotted the countryside. Stone and often overgrown with bushes and weeds, they stand, even today, as a testament to a time of great suffering; a time that would change the course of Irish and United States history.

After the Barracks we stopped by 16th Century castle ruins that were unbelievably gorgeous. The castle, Ballycarbery, was out in the open and over grown with Ivy but still had stairs and multiple floors. It was, like the Connor Pass, also the stuff of Irish legends. Raquel and I explored every corner of it that we could and took some stunning pictures. Adding to the image were rolling green mountains in the distance. I could have stayed there all day.

After that we continued further west. Again, abandoned houses continued to bring a sad history alive before my eyes as we drove through the breathtaking country side. The ring of Kerry path turned south, but Raquel and I wanted to see the Skellig ring, essentially an 18 km detour that takes you nearly as far west as you can go in all of Europe. We stopped in a town called Portmagee for a fantastic lunch. I had the local mussels seasoned in garlic and cream sauce - fantasticness in a dish. Portmagee was not more than a strip of buildings with Valencia island in the background, but it was stunningly picturesque (I know I keep using that word, but really, all of this was unbelievably gorgeous). After lunch, we continued along and drove up a hillside that overlooked Portmagee and the surrounding countryside. The Skellig islands - the western most point of all of Europe - were clearly visible and we even got some sunlight at this point in our trip. We drove down and up another mountain, through winding narrow roads with spectacular views. We came down the otherside and promptly got lost. The skellig loop, it turns out, is more of obelisk. It also isn't on any map qe had. We stopped to ask for directions and actually could not find anyone who spoke English, only Irish. This was a first - everyone we had run into thus far spoke both English and Irish, though Dingle only had Irish roadsigns (contributing to our debacle up there). It was very interesting.

Nonetheless we soon found our way and were soon back on the ring of Kerry. We took a quick detour to Ballinskelligs where we saw the remains of a 12th century monastery that was converted into a cemetery - confirming what we'd heard in Ennis that the Irish like to be buried near historic holy sites. We also stopped by an art gallery. It was all very nice.

After that we were back on the ring of Kerry. We again stopped at a few spots to take pictures including at a church that was built on the side of a mountain. We also stopped near the summit of a mountain and I thought it would be a good idea to climb up to the summit. The view was spectacular, but getting down was not so easy. It was cold, wet and slippery. Suffice it to say that by about half way down, climbing up in the first place seemed like a pretty terrible idea. Still, we have some good pictures from the summit.

I think we spent a lot of energy on that climb because after that we seemed pretty pooped. We went down to the Derrynane house, which was (mercifully) closed and saw the Ogham stone that had notches representing the ancient Irish alphabet. Raquel was not impressed with this stone and vowed to write a letter (to someone) about how poorly labeled it was. As a result, we do not have a picture of this rock.

We continued on with only one more stop on this fantastic ring. By now it had started to lightly rain but we wanted to make sure to see the Staigue Fort - a late iron age fortress built by an Irish Chefton before Catholicism arrived in Ireland. It was stunning, 6 meter high walls that are, at places, 4 meters thick, it has a marvelous view of the ocean. We could walk around it, climb up it, and walk on top of it. We're talking about a 1600 year old structure made only of rock, pressed against two mountains that is still standing and that we could walk around on. The history was palpable. I hope the pictures came out well.

After Staigue Fort we were done. We booked it to Kenmare, where we currently are. Upon arriving at our B&B we were exhausted. We didn't quite bite off more than we could chew, but it was close. I posted part 4 of this story and we went out for dinner where I had a well deserved guinness (or 3) and an irish coffee. After dinner live music picked up and it turned out to be very enjoyable. We heard such irish classics as "chicago," "I drink when I'm dry," "What do you do with a drunken sailor" and "country roads."* Kenmare seems like a great town, with lively pubs and nice people. It has a great feel to it. Plus the B&B we are at is fantastic (and it has internet). We got in around 11 and I've been posting ever since (its about 1 now).

In sum, today was a gorgeous day. I had my fill of sights and history. I ate well and I relaxed well. A very satisfying day. I believe Raquel feels the same. I'm feeling nearly full strength and I think Raquel is doing a lot better now as well. We'll be off to County Cork tomorrow. Ideally we'll end up in Cobh tomorrow night and hopefully I'll have internet to post again. Thanks for the patience. Please feel free to comment/ask questions/whatever after you read this. I'll try to get back to ya!

  • Not at all Irish, but was played

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Kilarney to Kilorglin

1 Day Late

rain 15 °C

As promised this will be my fifth entry, one day late (this happened yesterday). Before I begin though I feel I should say I just found out that a good friend of mine from college just passed away after a multiple year battle with Leukemia. I just want to say that I will keep her, Natasha, in my prayers and ask that all of you reading this do the same.

In any event let me copy and paste my outline from yesterday for you. Keep in mind that I had been drinking from about 2 PM until I went to sleep. I made this outline probably around 10 PM:

Woke up in Gross Killarney
Saw Cathedral
2.4 KM walk to Ross Castle
Ross Castle mishap
2.4 KM walk back from Ross Castle
Drove to Kilorglin for the puck fair
A lot of traffic – knew it would be full
Drove in – turn around
Dropped off raquel
Parked and walked
parked the car
very irish lunch, enjoyable
walked the fair
watched 2d half of soccer match 2-0 Australia
Met Steve
Saw live concert – fantastic
Kebab- live fireworks

Really gives you a sense of things, eh? Let's try and take these one by one and hopefully I can fill in the blanks.

1) Woke up in Gross Killarney - This is very accurate - where we stayed in Killarney was pretty gross. I was tired the night of the 11th so I didn't notice but when I woke up the 12th the room was really dank. It was cheap though, so I was ok with it. Then I took a shower and there was no hot water. This was completely unacceptable. It also made me realize that I've romanticized my last trip to Europe. As I stood in the frigid ice water in abject and total misery I realized that on my last trip to Europe this was a common occurrence. As were dank rooms. Indeed I'd often stay in multi-person dank rooms with a common bathroom that lacked hot water at all. I had completely forgotten this until that very moment. At that same exact time I decided that four years and three inches of a hairline later, I was past cold showers being part of an "adventure." Raquel heartily agreed and we hastily changed our plans to make sure we stayed in Kilorglin for the night, rather than Killarney for another night.

I also did not like the actual city of Killarney which is kind of known for being a tourist destination for the last 250 years. In that way it reminded me of Santiago de Compostella in Spain, minus the important Catholic overtures. It was full of tourists and seemed primarily geared toward tourist activities. I was not so enamored with the city.

2) Saw Cathedral - We saw a Catherdral. Pretty self-explanatory. 19th Century, so not too old, but quite picturesque from the outside.

3) 2.4 KM walk to Ross Castle
Ross Castle mishap
2.4 KM walk back from Ross Castle - These three really go together and it was almost entirely my bad. After seeing the Cathedral, the Killarney national park, which contains the Ross Castle, was right across the street. We had the choice of driving to the far side to the castle, or walking through it. I thought, why not walk? A nice 2.4 KM walk through a national park, bound to be good times, right? Well, not quite, and especially not so on the walk back. 2.4 was a bit of an underestimate and the walk was not that pretty. In fact it was kind of gross, with lots of horse droppings along the trail we were walking. I was thankful I was too congested to smell. We did see a deer though.

The Ross castle itself was great, albeit reconstructed. It was built by an Irish clan in the 16th century and had passed hands many times. It was one of the last holdouts of Irish resistance against Cromwell until he attacked by floating a barge of artillery on the nearby like and the Irish surrendered, fulfilling a prophecy that the castle would only fall if attacked by water. We bought tickets for a 2:55 guided tour when we got there, thinking it was already 2:40. But it was only 1:40 - my bad number two. At around 2:05 we were wondering why the tour hadn't started when we discovered our mistake. We then decided not to wait and had to walk back 2.4 miles to the car - this was my bad number three. Killarney did not treat me well.

4)Drove to Kilorglin for the puck fair
A lot of traffic – knew it would be full
Drove in – turn around
Dropped off raquel
Parked and walked
parked the car - Indeed there was a lot of traffic driving in. Still it was exciting to stop playing tourist for a bit and start playing party-er. As we approached the city cars were parked along the side of the road. Generally this wouldn't be problematic, but, being in Ireland, the roads are already as narrow as half a lane in the US, so having cars parked along the side of the road presented serious problems when there was oncoming traffic. Still we managed alright and crossed the Kilorglin bridge to get into town. The town itself was on a hill and the mainstreet was entirely blocked off for the fair. We ended up driving around 2/3 of the town figuring out a way to turn around to get to our B&B which was right by the bridge we crossed to get into town. Eventually we figured it out and I dropped off Raquel to check us in while I went in search of parking. I ended up parking along the side of the road into town on the far side of the bridge like everyone else who arrived at the fair late. I walked back into town and Raquel informed me that the B&B had parking. So back across the bridge to the car I went, and once more I drove into town, again I had to turn around and finally, seemingly many years later, I managed to park the car. God do I miss the mainland European railways!

After that we walked the Puck fair and had some lunch. It began to rain. Still, I had a great traditional Irish lunch while Raquel ordered some sort of vegetarian dish and was mocked by our waiter for doing so (essentially). After lunch there was a parade in town which we saw. Evidently the puck fair involves crowning a goat as king for 3 days and then dethroning him. His "dethroning" involved bringing him down from a 3-story structure and parading him across town. I'm not sure what happened once he was out of sight, but I'm pretty sure there was a beheading.* We then watched Soccer in a pub where Ireland lost 2-0 to Australia. I ran into a jolly gent named Steve who was from the area. He meant well and was relatively amusing. He told us that the Dingle peninsula was the most beautiful part of Ireland. I couldn't help but grimace at that given our previous day's misadventures in the rain up that way. It wouldn't be the last time someone told us Dingle was beautiful. Damn rain.

After that it was outside to see some live music. The streets were full and people were dancing to the traditional Irish music that was played. By this time I'd had quite a few Guinnesses and ciders and was feeling quite fine. I ordered a Doner Kebab that was kind of gross (I guess they were another thing I romanticized from my last trip - or they are just better in Germany) and we headed back to our room where I promptly passed out. About 30 minutes later Raquel woke me up for the fireworks display over the bridge. It was great that we could see them from our window but they were really lame compared to the fireworks we're used to in the US. I think we've completely cornered the market on fireworks. Soon I was sound asleep.

  • Not actually.

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Dingle Peninsula

Late two days

rain 14 °C

Sorry about the delayed post! We haven't had internet in the last two days so I haven't been able to post. I'm attaching to this post what I wrote the evening of 8-11-09.

8-11-09

Quite a long day today. I’m pretty wiped out. I apologize for not posting this promptly, the B&B we are staying at does not have internet access. I’ll post it ASAP tomorrow.

We woke up in Ennis and I again had my warm breakfast. After that we settled the bill and we were off. We bid farewell to County Clare and made our way to County Kerry. It was a long drive and for most of the way to the city of Tralee Raquel slept and I listened to Radio DJs speak in Irish and occasionally play music.

We drove through Tralee and made our way into the Dingle Penninsula. In order to do so, however, we had to go over the mountains through the Connor Pass. This was unbelievable and a must see if you ever travel to Ireland. The mountains were covered by clouds and as we ascended them, it started to mist around us. Suddenly we were near the summit of one of the highest mountains in Ireland. It was not very steep, covered with green and rock outcroppings all around. There was a little parking area so we decided to stop. We then climbed up the summit and it leveled out a bit. Where it leveled out there was a crystal blue lake, on the far side of the lake the mountain continued up – still a vibrant green and still with rock outcroppings. The whole time there was a rolling mist coming down the mountain, over the lake and toward you with the wind. The result was a surreal image that I will never forget. Wet wind ripped at you as you took in the sight. The sun even shone through a few times making for a sunny mist over this image. It was the stuff of Irish legends. You could climb as high as you liked and the climb was not particularly challenging. My feet got soaked, but it was well worth it. I’ve never seen an image like that. The pictures do not come close to doing it justice.

We left the Connor pass and it really got foggy and genuinely started to rain. Raquel commented that most of the drive through the mountains looked like something out of the lord of the rings, and I had to agree. Narrow passes along the side of a mountain during a foggy rain. It was unbelievable.

Eventually we made our way to Dingle town. The cute but touristy center town on the Dingle peninsula. After some dumb luck found us a parking spot we had some lunch and did a bit of shopping. We then continued west out further onto the peninsula and the Slea Head Road – a loop on the western part of the peninsula. By this time the rain had started to become a bit of a nuisance as the Dingle peninsula was supposed to be one of the more picturesque parts of Ireland and we couldn’t see more than a 30 yards in any direction. Undeterred we started on our loop and saw the Dunbeg fort, an originally iron age turned middle age fort on the western cliffs of the peninsula. The fort was great, the 10 minute audiovisual presentation that accompanied it was pretty terrible, for 8 minutes all we learned was how picturesque the fort was. We pressed on.

The rain continued to fall and I would be lying if I said I was not tired of driving by this point. We swung by Dunsmore Head, the western most point of mainland Ireland. Unfortunately there was not a lot to see with the weather. We continued our loop and saw an the remains of a 6th century monastic settlement. After that we promptly got lost on the peninsula. In Ennis we learned that Ireland only has 335 roads* in the entire country. Roughly 200 of those roads had to be on this peninsula. And let me tell you, when you take a wrong turn in Ireland, its not like taking a wrong turn in Manhattan. There is no, “well I’ll just take 35th instead of 37th and still end up in the same place” sort of mentality. Nor is it like driving in the suburbs where you can make three-point turns. Instead you end up on an unfamiliar road that seems to be going in your direction before veering gradually 270 degrees from where you want to go and the whole time is entirely too narrow to make anything other than a 79 point turn. And yes – traffic still comes at you at around 100 Km/hr. Long story short I ended up asking a bunch of mean looking 12 year olds where Dingle town was. There were five of them, 3 pointed in one direction and 2 in the other. I figured I should go with the majority and it worked.

Unfortunately we still had about a 2 hour drive through the rain before we arrived at Killarney. By this time we were both exhausted. We checked in, went out for a bite to eat and walked around town for a bit. I think its fair to say we bit off a bit more than we could chew today. If we had decided to stay in Dingle instead of Killarney it would have been more manageable. Or if we had cut the loop on the western end of the peninsula. In any event we plan on taking it a bit easier tomorrow leisurely seeing the sights here in Kilarney and enjoying the puck fair in Kilorgen – just 20 minutes from here. Hopefully for my next post I’ll make lots of typos and not be very coherent. I plan on having quite a few Guinness’s tomorrow night.

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With that said, I did drink a lot on the twelfth, but rather than type anything incoherently I just sort of outlined it incoherently. Right now Raquel and I are going for a bite to eat, then I'll come back tonight with two more posts - one for the 12th and one for today, the 13th.

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