We dropped the laundry in the morning! Hooray! We were all completely out of clothes!
Hit the road to do the Dingle Penninsula loop trip. Travelling through the beautiful roads of far Western Ireland. The roads were narrow and we stopped frequently to look at this or that. The drive takes us mainly along the incredible coast.
Hey look! I got a new hat! It has an official tag inside that says “made in Ireland”. I’m not the souvenier type, but losing my hat at the Cliffs of Moher, turned out ok. This is perfect.
It’s really quite interesting as every stone is cut perfectly and put together like a puzzle. They really knew how to build something that would last. Again, there’s no one here. It’s been great.
After we finished the loop, we picked up our clothes (yay! clean clothes!) and made our way towards Cork, Ireland. That’s in the southern part of the country. Driving away from the country and getting back towards the bustling cities in the east.
Cork seems somewhere in between to me. It was kind of not even on our radar planning the trip, but it seemed like a good place to stop for the night as we wanted to tour the nearby Blarney Castle and kiss the Blarney stone.
Stumbled around the town centre looking at all the shops and things which were mostly closed as we had gotten in late. Could not find any pubs serving food, so we pub hopped our way about. I had sworn I would only have one or two beers as I really needed a night off. We have been partying every night.
Anyways, 2 beers led to 3. 3 led to 4….and pretty soon I’m smashed. We spent the night partying in a pub, that was more like a Parisian bar, than a traditional Irish pub and met some Irish gentlemen.
Con was a dead ringer for President Obama and had a thick Irish accent that we had a bit of trouble communicating at first. We learned the gold circular pin he wears on his lapel is his badge to claim he’s 100% fluent in the native tounge here, Gaelic. Predominately spoke on the west coast amongst the locals, but they know English just fine as well. I’m told they generally speak to each other in Gaelic. The rest of the country is taught it in school, but it sounds to me as if it’s slowly dying out as the rest of Ireland doesn’t get much of a chance to practice and English is the main language around the majority of the island.
John was an older fella and he was a natural born story tellers. He was a real kick in the ass. And we all proceeded to get absolutely fucking hammered. Really hammered. And we still hadn’t eaten! Ugh. John wound up falling in love with Michelle and begged us to be chaperones so he could walk Michelle home. We decided if John could find us a takeaway joint nearby, we’d allow that. John came through and we found a couple of rickshaws to carry us to a joint that was still open. Food at last!
Michelle broke John’s heart and we parted ways for the night. He was a real genuine Irishman and kept us entertained telling us non-stop stories. Very genuine. We had a blast tonight!
Michelle knows what hotel he’s at though if she changes her mind.