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In Co. Kerry
... pour. It did not stop until we got closer to ballymarkeery. It was a bit scary as there was a detour onto a road that was not really suitible for high volume of traffic and rough terrain. We did not really relax until we stopped for tea at the same house we attempted to go to on route to Dingle. Then we went home.
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Misty, rainy, sunny, last day in Dingle
... go to the Smokehouse - go to Doyle's and oh my goodness yet another fabulous meal. We both had the special - cod that was perfect. Interesting test of patience with 4 Americans next to us. We actually moved tables after tolerating their loud, racist, homophobic, and anti feminist comments for just so long. Just too hard to understand why they have to be that way. Lovely waitress helped us.
Then back ...
Little lamsy divey
... later in a quiet neighborhood, far from Dublin crowds. I asked the man sitting behind the glass where the fleadh might be. He had no clue what I was talking about. My solution? Walk. I didn’t know where it was, nor what time it was on, nor anything else. I walked until I found a gorgeous hotel with eight year old looking girls wearing wedding dresses. Huh? Oh well, no bother, not of interest to me, I had a fleadh to get to! So I spoke ...
Off to the Ring of Kerry!
... wolf-dogs and one of the smallest horses in the world. Our next stop was a beautiful lookout spot with a nice view. It was kind of terrifying winding and speeding on the most narrow roads with no guard rails next to a cliff that leads to water. But we made it! That night we had a guest speaker who also taught us some ...
Crazy Monks!
... bodies. We were pushing ourselves so hard we didn't even stop for a drink of water that we brought with us.
Finally we curved around the last bend and made our way into the small town of Portmagee. Surely the ferries were long gone by now and we had already decided we were going to just sit in Portmagee for a long time if we had missed the ferry to rest our souls. We rode up onto the pier and spotted a man that looked like he ...