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... group really had the crowd going, helped by a hen's party of over-weight and under-dressed Irish girls. They sang and clapped to every song and when the band started "The Fields of Athenry" the girls were into it big time. A few of the girls took turns trying to do some traditional irish dancing to the faster numbers, which looked like auditioning for "Riverdance Two: ******, Fat and ...
... the visitors' centre, and its paved, accessible viewing platforms, you eventually come to the end of the fence. They don't make it difficult to get past this point, but there are signs everywhere warning of the danger. From this point its about 1km, uphill, along the cliff ledge. It's pretty cool. You can turn and peak over the edge, and see nothing but the waves pounding at the bottom of a sheer drop. The view from out here was perfect. With nothing between ...
... things, and we saw the beautiful Atlantic Ocean! This was the best day since I've been in Ireland! It was sunny, and made me think that there are people in heaven that were convincing God to make it a nice day and to hold off on the rain :) After seeing all of the beautiful sights, we all headed to the hostel, cooked a group meal, and headed out to the pubs! At the pub, I talked to a guy the whole night who ended up being a Munster Rugby Player who ...
... Appalachian song “Fly Away,” knowing that singers in Ireland like hearing songs from where they come from. Although not Irish, “Fly Away” seemed an appropriate choice for me. Surprisingly, everybody joined in! I was joined by almost everybody in the room, singing the chorus, harmonizing. The energy and support I felt from that room felt like a giant bubble inside my chest.
Wanting to not be a wall flower the entire night, ...
... rode the seat was swiveling back and forth and when I peddled I could hear a “chunk” noise of the gears changing. “Well, we will probably get there in fifteen minutes or so. And this is still better than walking.”
Thirty minutes later . . .
“I’m dying.” I panted. We had been riding almost entirely up hill and against the wind. I had been trying to act like I wasn’t affected, but the fašade ...