Dempsey's Hostel Kinsale
Eastern Road Kinsale, County Cork, Ireland
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Day 3 & 4 - Co: COR
after enjoying the hostel's free breakfast we drove out to blarney castle. it was nice and frosty and we enjoyed a chilly walk around the gardens on the way to castle. there were a couple of hundred tiny winding stairs up to the top and the blarney stone. to kiss the stone (and supposedly receive the gift of the gab) you have to lie on your back …
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'Tis really windy out, like.
... getting us where we want to go!
The original tour itinerary had us going to Kilmainham Gaol on the way out of town. But for whatever reason, the Gaol doesn't take group bookings on Tuesdays, so a visit to Powerscourt Gardens was scheduled instead. There is a grand mansion – which has been turned into a sort of shopping mall – and then the gardens, which were created during the Victorian era. There's a huge terrace and stairs which lead down to a pool ...
Julie's Visit, or the Irish Healthcare System
... a foreign country. Fun times were had by all.
Julie’s insurance told us to go to some hospital with a French name, so we took a cab as she was too miserable to be walking out in the freezing cold on the day after New Year’s. We got there and they told us it was only for long-term care and we could walk just around the corner to the Cork University Hospital, so walk we did. Several miles later, we finally located said hospital. However this being ...
Kinsale at Last!
Our hotel in Kinsale was right on the waterfront, but it was also raining a lot of the time we were there. The evening we arrived, the hotel was hosting a wedding (maybe two). The picture is from our window. We were napping when we heard a loud train whistle. There in the parking lot the wedding party had arrived in a long tram "wedding train". How fun!
We finally headed out to eat. We were trying to locate ...
A heavy, heavy load
... I meet is rubbish and very fast driving cars. I don't feel safe and they're making me more wet.
Why is this pack so heavy?
I can feel my shoulders and the small of my back is hurting. My rain poncho hasn't enough friction to keep it in its place.
I miss cars stopping to ask me what it is I am doing, how I'm going to Santiago as I'm heading North. And then there's the pack, that heavy, heavy...
Another truck trundles past. A car honks at me... a mother ...


