Reserved a ferry, train to Cork, bus to Kinsale

Trip Start May 03, 2010
Trip End Aug 09, 2010

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Flag of Ireland  , County Cork,
Wednesday, July 28, 2010

My day was looking like a to do list. I had 4 stops to make before catching a train to Cork City and I had about 2 or 3 trains that would work. I had every intention to shower, however, I couldn't get the equipment to produce anything but scalding water, so I did my best and headed out for breakfast. I heard about the apple crumble at Queen of Tarts, so I set out to find it. When I found them, they were out, but they sent me to their other location a few blocks away and I scored. Yes, it was awesome. The latte - not so much.

I headed down the street back to Trinity University and the town center tourist office. Both were on my list. I passed the one of the most popular men in Dublin - the Guinness keg delivery guy. I booked a tour for Sunday to see Giant's Causeway and Belfast at the tourist office and got information on the Cliffs of Moher. I walked through the university grounds bypassing the Book of Kells. I heard mixed reviews and really didn't think it fell in my must do column.

I headed for the port. I was praying that I could book a ferry to Liverpool. I had no idea what I would do if I couldn't make that happen! I started walking on what was the longest and loneliest walk of the trip. There was NOBODY out that way and I kept wondering where I was going (again, with all my luggage dragging behind me).

It reallly was deserted and I felt really lost and I started to stress myself out worrying that I wouldn't even be able to get a ferry on the day I wanted. I found an office building and went inside to ask for directions. The nice lady pointed me towards Port 1 and told me I'd be walking 25 minutes yet. There went train option one. It was a fairly industrial walk and I was the only one out there. I should have taken a cab. The only vehicles that passed me were a few tanker trucks carrying (you guessed it) Guinness.

When I arrived (exhausted and needing to pee) the two guys behind the desk set me up with a ferry to Holyhead and then a train to Liverpool. I thought it was a bit expensive, but I was just so thrilled that it could happen! Now I had to walk back. On the way, a cab with a smart lady going to the port passed me. I was hoping I'd be able to flag him down to take me back. It worked and the rest of my day just started to fall into place. I got on a 12:15 train with barely enough time to buy lunch. My ride was somewhere between 2-3 hours, the coach was fairly empty, and it was a great ride through boring green countryside.

I didn't really know where to go once in Cork City, but I needed a place to stay. The rail office told me which bus to take into town. I got on it, but missed the stop I needed. I decided to just stay put assuming the bus would circle around and head back and I'd get it next time. While that was the driver's route, he had a 30 minute stop in the middle of nowhere to keep him on his schedule. He tried to help me with hostel recommendations, but I felt like I communicated better with some of the people in Spain, Italy, Germany and France! What kind of English was this??

The tourist office gave me lots of options and I selected Kinlay House in town for 3 nights, paying extra for a single room since they didn't have lockers either. I left the office and saw a chicken fast food joint called Hillbilly's. I couldn't resist. I grabbed some chicken fingers and headed across the river and uphill to my hostel. I checked in and went immediately to the bus station to head down to Kinsale for dinner. I got there about 5 to find that very little was open other than restaurants. There didn't seem to be many pubs either. It was chilly, but dry so I walked the town for a bit. It was charming, but there wasn't enough to do there for the 4 hours I had to stay due to bus schedules.

The bus ride home was long and walking home from the bus station in the dark was a longer walk than I anticipated. I had a church on a hill to guide me, however, I took one wrong street and ended up lost. There was a guy behind me, so I kept walking as if I knew where I was going. We went in separate directions at the top of a hill, and I ended up going back to the area where I took the wrong turn and made it back ok. I've got to quit doing this.
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