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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 ...
... from hell).
It was quite a unique birthday. I really missed everyone at home, more than I had since I came to Europe. However, not a lot of people can say that they celebrated their birthday's while traveling through Europe.
Anyway, back to the hustle and bustle of midterm week. This weekend I, for once, turned down a few opportunities to do some traveling. All the events are taking place again next semester, so I can grab them then. I just think that ...
... that’s a lot of work. I would probably just move.” Ashley whispered to me.
After touring the less developed part of the Island, our driver brought us almost all the way back to the pier. “Do you ladies want me to drop you off here to see the castle?” He asked. “I can let you off but you’ll have to walk up the hill yourselves. I think it would kill me horse.” He patted elderly animal.
“This is just fine. Thank ...
... 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 ...