Category: Travel
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Days of Doolin — Day Four
The day started off cloudy, which is a change after almost three weeks of glorious weather. After hanging out at the record store/coffee house for a while, we went over to the hostel to purchase bus tickets for the next two days. Tomorrow, we’re going to catch the bus to Ballyvaughan to do a day…
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Days of Doolin, Day Three
We finally had a low-energy day, which was pretty nice for a change. We stopped into the local cafe for a cup of coffee and engaged in some mandatory shopping. While in one shop, a very kindly gentleman entered the store, wondering if the shopkeeper had any interest in stocking the book he had written.…
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Our 88 cups away from home
One of the benefits of spending several days in one area is finding favorite spots. Usually these take the form of familar sites from home and include pubs or cafes that just feel good. Places you look forward to stopping by daily. Missing our favorite cafe in Gardnerville, 88 Cups, it was only natural to…
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Appropriate Warning?
I read this while plugging in the phone at the Central Hotel in Dublin.
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Days of Doolin, Day Two
Or, How What Was Supposed to Be a Relaxing Layaround Day Wasn’t First off, be aware that any decision to visit the Aran Islands is a commitment to a major, all-day undertaking. Second, if Miss Fish repeats a desire often enough throughout a trip, it tends to materialize at some point. Yesterday, we had taken…
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Days of Doolin, Day One
After seeing the doc in Limerick, we finally caught the bus to Doolin. All the other riders got off in Ennis, Ennistymon, Lahinch, and Lisdoonvarna, leaving us alone on the bus. At our stop, our B & B host was waiting for us at the stop to drive us the one remaining block to the…
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“Take four a day and have a lovely holiday…”
Sometimes, ya just gotta throw in the towel and see the doc. After transient chills, hot spells, night sweats last night and the pain in my ear spreading to my throat over the last hour on the bus, we opted to find a local doctor in Limerick. We didn’t decide right away; we were walking…
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Off we go — Tralee to Doolin
Fareewell to the Dingle Peninsula, thanks to the crud, which I’m sure I caught from a girl in the next cubicle over at the Dingle internet cafe. She sounded like she was dying of plague, tuberculosis, and dysentery of the nose all at the same time. She couldn’t use a tissue or even cover her…
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Debates
Hanging out in the hostel in Tralee watching the British Prime Ministerial debates. There’s more meat to these debates than the US Presidential debates, but it’s still a popularity contest amongst politicians who only have their own interests at heart. Nick Clegg is an interesting fellow, but his vague anti-Americanism, is worrisome. David Cameron kinda…
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Random Pics from Dingle to Cloghane