Old Monastery Hostel
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Connemara national park
gitarella al parco nazionale del connemara e notte all'old monastery hostel...davvero un posto singolare!
BEST DAY OF WHOLE TRIP!
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Home to shower, cup of tea and off again to do a bit of shopping. We each found great Aran
sweaters – well actually Rich found 2 and I found a great open weave scarf. Into Clifden and popped into a local jewellery shop that I had found a brochure for in our hotel. What a character the owner – we had a blast and yup, Rich ended up with a new bracelet ("it will give you immense power! – especially naked and in the middle of ...
The Irish are NUTS!!
... of a walkabout) - we are so lucky with our spots for eating - great open face sandwich for R and tomato basil soup for me...we may survive this country!! Oh and then Connemara - Rounded mountains is what I call them here - so smooth and colours - just so beautiful.
Checked in at Rosleague Manor Hotel, pre-dinner drink and off to Clifden - Rich only hit side of the road once :) ...
Day 11 - Omagh to Connemara
... and a banjo then luckily our next stop was Griffiths Bar where two young guys were playing a lively Violin and a Melodica. They were amazing and later on an older guy joined them, first singing an Irish song and then playing spoons and later he pulled out his Bodhràn (I was so happy as I love the sound of the Bodhràn). I then had my arm twisted into singing part of two songs 'Johnny Jump Up’ which people seemed to enjoy and they even laughed at! *Score* and also a sang a little ...
Wild, Wild West - MAYO
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On the whole Mayo is a ruggedly beautiful county with great opportunities for outdoor activities like horseback riding, surfing, and hillwalking alongside historical trails through pre-historic tombs intermixed with excellent accommodations and restaurants. As we traveled back to the land of Seamus Heaney, I felt I understood a bit better his poems of the 'Bogland', and at the least was quite inspired to write a few lines on my wonderful time in the bogland ...