Coolbawn Quay Club, Marina & Spa
Travel Blogs from Coolbawn
Day 31
... too thick. Moicahel is in fine form rattling off stories one after another, most of the bus however were fast asleep after last nights excesses. We stopped just outside Galway at a marble factory, not those little round balls, no the other kind. Galway is famous for it's different coloured marble. Got a quick run down from the owner of the wokshop and then a wee walk thru the shop and over the road for coffee and scones. Some of the Marble is amazing . ...
Cliffs of Moher
... tour had been more expensive then just straight transportation to a place. So, naturally Jess looked for bus fares first. Since it was raining, we didn't want to restrict our schedule and book a tour. It turns out the tour fee was a bit cheaper then our direct bus, and with the tour, you got to stop at a couple other places along the way. Oh well, live and learn. We still got to see one of the most spectacular sights in Ireland though. The Cliffs of Moher! They are about ...
A Scattering of Random Adventures
... well out of the apartment complex. I took my usual trail along the river, listening to the morning birds, breeze, and gurgling water. I arrived to the bus stop in 25 minutes, had plenty of time to buy a ticket, lock my bike, and sip on a latte. Then, more than 15 minutes later, the same group of girls I saw earlier stumbled into the station. They had obviously taken the public transportation. I smiled to myself, knowing that my form of transport was cheaper ...
Bones and Things
... but unfortunately I didn't have the money or stamina to stay overnight. The streets were crowded with walkers. Some man in an orange suit that covered his face was trying to sell Meteor packages, a phone company. I told him I was slightly disturbed talking to someone with no face. The town is medieval, with cobbled lanes and gargoyle covered buildings. We visited two lovely churches, one from the medieval times and a giant one built in the 1960s. ...
The Observant Episode
... I do understand that in Europe, people stare at other people. It always seems so judgmental, and I am always checking to make sure I didn't tuck my shirt into my underwear or that I don't have giant boogers hanging out of my nose. My Australian and Oregon housemates noticed the same thing. My Bulgarian friend back at home warned me about this - she said that people will stare, but to not be nervous about it. She said that generally in Europe, people ...