Back on my Blistered Feet
Trip Start Jun 22, 2006
21Trip End Jul 12, 2006
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We were taken by pre-arranged taxi to a spot a few kilometers out of Dingle. We started off confused because we weren't sure exactly where our driver had left us in relation to our point-by-point walking directions provided by South West Walks. Trusting in Rebecca's impeccable navigational skills thus far on display, we chose our route which led us away from Ventry beach and slightly up on a hillside overlooking the area. It was a lovely walk but ultimately it may have been the longer way to go and probably added a couple of kilometers to our day's hike (20k instead of 18 - no big sweat; just a little more glow!)
Ventry harbour and beach were a bit disappointing to me after the magnificence of Inch beach I must admit, but not according to Rebecca
We hiked from there further west around Slea Head (where gale-force- winds attempted to knock us on our arses). The shoreline had some real dramatic cliffs around here which you must know I photographed, tee hee. We stopped for lunch by a quaint dilapidated farm and were joined by the most wonderful dog ever - a border collie! It was very well-trained and Rebecca went into a state of doggie euphoria, the sweetness of which almost cast me into a diabetic coma! Noooo, just kidding, Rebecca!! I actually wish, in retrospect, that I had photographed her with this special dog.
We carried on hiking but the weather started looking more and more ominous. It started getting a tad misty the closer we got to Slea Head. Fortunately, the rain held off until after we'd descended from the hillside down to a charming cafe near Coumeenole Beach. We rested our feverishly fatigued feet at the cafe and warmed our bodies with a pot of tea. From here until our final destination, the Blasket Island Centre at Dunquin, it rained steadily. Rebecca stopped off to pee at a pottery shop while I continued to walk. I actually did the unforgivably lame thing and hitched a ride for the last kilometer with a lady who spoke Gaelic. Not that she didn't speak English as well, but it is far more interesting to hear about her Gaelic, isn't it?
Once at the Blasket Centre, our taxi service was called to take us back to Dingle and I waited for Rebecca to catch up with me. It was drizzling still and we both got quite chilled waiting for our ride. When we arrived back in Dingle, our weary, weathered and D.A.M.P. bodies wanted nothing more than hot showers followed by hearty grub.
We dined at Paul's again because Rebecca really wanted to get some cajun salmon. I had a vegetable fajita that was spiced to perfection. Rebecca insisted upon treating me this time and who was I to argue with the offer of a free meal? We had an early night...