Sea Mist House
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... so instead of riding back to the beach and then heading up the main big hill at the beach, we would take a short cut up some path leading past fields and get up to the main road. We did get to the top in the end, but the path was steep, but it was worth it.
From that point we road back past various pubs, the shop until we got back to the bike hire place, we dropped off the bikes and then walked back to the shop. ...
... with Sinisa!
Yesterday was also Marcos birthday!!!! I got a text from Barbara in the morning saying is it Marcos birthday? I was like WHAT! So im yelling up the stairs MARCO IS IT YOUR BIRTHDAY!!! Suddenly vacuuming stops and its all quiet he pops his head around the corner “who aaaa whooo a tolddaaa you!” in his thick Italian accent! I was like it doesn’t matter is it your birthday toay then I get ...
We got up at 7:45 and got ready, went to the Super Valu and got sandwiches, apples, and scones for the road today. Then we went back and had our breakfast. I had pancakes and Erin had scrambled eggs and bacon. I drove to Rossaveel to catch the 10:30 ferry to Inishmore. The ferry ride over was about 45 minutes. As soon as we got off the boat we decided to take a Jaunty Car ride out to Dun Aonghas. Our driver ...
... around 6000km of stone fencing just on the island alone, and that 90% of the vegetation was made by laying sand down then covering it with seaweed, crazy. Karen and Bill had a hard time comprehending why people would want to live on a barren rock.
When we got back to the mainland we just drove as far as we could before we decided to stop for the night which turned out to be a nice little town called Kinvarra. We stayed at ...
... but we didn’t turn up until after the pubs closed, sure they were still in full flight then.
It was 4 am, walking up to Mainistir bonfire, never mind where we had been previous, the sun was rising on the Connemara mountains twas a silhouette of black mountains and an orange and red sky, between more dark sky. One of the lads, was spinning a burning towel around in the air, and playing a digereedoo with a drain pipe that was bonfire ...