Rosleague Manor Hotel
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Just arrived but lovely Mark Foyle (grandson of owner from 1968) has made us feel ever so comfy in Room #1
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RAIN! It rained all night in Doolin and was still raining when we left for Clifden. Not a great day for sightseeing along the trip today.
Stopped in Galway for lunch. After walking through Eyre Square, found some very yummy pizza in the Latin Quarter. The weather cleared for a bit and we wandered a little after lunch. Unfortunately, ...
... something like that should be done with a backpack and trekking shoes. But after spending a while trying to figure out public transportation in the area (short version: minimal service, nothing on weekends) and due to lack of proper gear and shoes, I decided to cheat and go on a tour. I know I know I'm ashamed of myself.
Thankfully I was in much better shape than on the previous tour (i.e, not sick) and we were blessed with a great sunny day! I ...
decided to take to the road in my car to the north west of Ireland which Ive never seen before, this first part in west port was very good , pity I arrived so late in the evening but got to sample the towns atmosphere and local characters, A must if you are in the west of ...
... At the time it was laid, the cable was considered one of the seven wonders of the world and did revolutionize the communications world -- bigger than the Internet!
After a stop in the cute little Victorian town of Clifden, we were off to see Kylemore Abbey. It is touristy, but tastefully done. The Abbey was built by some Dublin surgeon in the mid-1800's who had way too much money and time. It ...
... location, in the shadow of Doughruagh (pronounced dog-rough?) and looking out over a freshwater (detail supplied by my own tasting finger) lake.
After lunch I wandered up the winding road to the Connemara national park, only realising halfway up that I had turned right at the crossroads to get to the shop and that instructions at the hostel said to go straight on for the park. ****, on the long winding road, not the short straight pedestrian access.
From the visitors' ...