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Tullamore to Sligo
... feel it cause I bought the right gear for this type of occasion! Lucky for me I had my A game and managed to score 5 over par! Good on me! Unfortunately I didn't take the camera with me. But I don't think I could have used it anyway, as the weather was pretty extreme. At one point when Matt and I were teeing off, the hail was bouncing down fairly heavily and I copped one square in the face. It was super windy as well but I enjoyed every minute of it. I'll get ...
Meeting extended family members for 1st time.
... The cat hung around all night sitting at the glass door near the dining room, looking in at us and crying! After much convincing from the cat crying she/he was rewarded with some scrap roast meat. AJ and CS have named the cat AUSSIE and wished JC and RC a long and happy life with their new pet cat.
It was enjoyable night and email address' were exchanged to ensure another 45 years did not pass without contact.
More family members for AJ's children to visit in Ireland!! ...
40 Shades of Green
Yep Ireland is quite frankly endless green hills and countryside. I took a Paddywagon tour throughout the major towns and attractions in Southern Ireland, and of course my favorite and biggest tourist spot were the Cliffs of Moher. It really is breathtaking though. I bought a Claddagh ring in Galway which I still have never taken off. When you drive through the countryside, it really is just hill after hill with sheep everywhere. It really is a small country ...
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... in the medieval dungeon followed by a pub crawl which was only one pub and fortunately that was next door to our home. Lucky we didn’t have too far to walk. We went trout fishing the next day and there where heaps of trout, but them Irish trout are smart, they know the difference between real food and imitation. After a few attempts at casting the fly both Nell and myself came to the conclusion that the hire equipment must not be as good ...
Day Three: Glendaloch, Ireland
... didn't go up there on Sat. so we had to get back on the train and meet a taxi. Mick was our taxi driver, a talkative man, who married his wife in New Jersey 20 years ago. He knew Glendaloch inside and out and thank goodness for it because there was a wreck from the train station on the road up and we sat there for a while but he soon turned around and went another way. I just have to say that Glendaloch was so beautiful. It was a trek to get to the main ...


