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Travel Blogs from Bantry
Cycled 30 miles from Eyries to Kenmare. A very pleasant cycle along the northern coast of Beara, along rolling hills. Stopped for a little hike up to a stone circle, somehow missed the larger stone circle along this route. Arrived in Kenmare early enough to wash some laundry. Probably the highlight of the day ...
Shawn arrived on the 24! We had a low key day since neither of us slept due to travels the previous night.
On Sunday (Mal's Birthday!) we went to Bantry to do some walking/hiking. We did not really have a good map and the lady that gave us directions was very vague, so we headed off to create our own adventure. We walked along the coast, onto the beach, down a very small and run down airport runway, up a road, and came across a hiking sign that we decided ...
... batteries at this point but the girls have pix of that area.
On the way out we played chicken with a big recreational vehicle that was not going to budge an inch so discretion being the better part of valor I backed up with my heart in my mouth as I heard the sound of hedge on my rental car side. Mr. RV was finally able to squeeze past. Somehow we didn't have a scratch on the car from that misadventure.
Back to Bantry ...
Spent a morning driving around the Dingle Peninsula, stopping for photos and a walk to experience the beautiful coast and the Blaskets islands.
Took photos of goats!
Visited a fertility stone. Don't worry, I didn’t touch it!
Stopped in Dingle for lunch, a really cute coastal town with lots of bright colours and a resident dolphin, Fungi.
Ate super ...
... I did not know was a raw egg cracked open into a pot of boiling water. I was extremely proud of Matt for not complaining about his gelatinous mess of a breakfast! How many 8-year-olds would not comment upon a plate of what looks like snot? I whispered to him that we would take him to Tesco ASAP and buy him whatever he wanted to eat.
And a taxidermist-stuffed fox looked down upon us all from his perch on a bookshelf. Glorious morning.