Kenmare Failte Hostel
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... on line, and we were not disappointed. The guy who seemed to own the place had spent time in Melbourne, and they had also has a guy from Wagga over there who worked for them for a while. Had dinner there - great Irish food and a few Guinness's, and then we had a wander through the streets. Every pub/guesthouse had live music and everyone was having good "craic". Looking forward to the drive around the Ring of Kerry ...
... Michael Island, now deserted, had been a monastic settlement. First inhabited by Christian monks in the 6th century, the colony existed for 500 years.
The landscape encountered on the Ring of Kerry is varied and dramatic. Swept up in the moment I just had to take this selfie with a lovely cow.
Prehistoric stone “ring ...
... been about the Ring of Kerry... however, the fog made it literally impossible to see much of anything. John - our tour guide and driver - did tell us where the hills were supposed to be (and he assured us that they had definitely been there yesterday, so we had not to worry, haha) and he gave us some background info on the different plants and things we could see from the bus. It still didn't really make up for the lack of view we had. Then again, we had a ...
... cow pictures, and Avi bought us a wonderful painting, which I've forgotten to photograph but I promise it is awesome! We dashed out of the town after grabbing some food from Eurostar in the hope that we could still catch the sheepdog herding demonstration in Kenmare (2hours away) at 3pm. Unfortunately, due to the terrifyingly skinny and windy roads it took us over two hours to reach the Kissane Sheep Farm. But luckily the times posted on this website were ...
... right past the town, with not one interest, eager to visit the next site. We drove down a windy country road, with just one lane so that cars have to stop and pull over when other cars come the opposite direction. If I were driving these lanes, I’d drive about 2 miles per hour. But the locals, they clipped along at a jolly good pace, making my hair stand on end in fear of my life. And the view, oh the view! She lives in a little ...