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 mouth because, omg, like she’s IM’ing her bff and she can’t stop typing long enough to USE A DAMNED TISSUE!
Anyway, we’re on the bus, which looks like a giant, white ant, heading for Limerick, the murder capital of the EU in the safest country in the EU. From there, we’ll transfer to Doolin, via Ennis and Lisdoonvarna. Once we get to Doolin, we’ll settle in, go catch some sessions, visit the Cliffs of Moher and the Burrens…and a pharmacy.
We’re sad to be leaving the Dingle area, as everyone we met there was warm and pleasant and went out of their way to make us feel welcome. We look forward to a return visit–sick internet grrls notwithstanding.
In all, we hiked 78 miles in six days, with an extra zero day in Dingle. Our target was 111 miles, so I suppose that means we need to drink 33 shots.
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One response to “Off we go — Tralee to Doolin”
Loved the detailed description of the inconsiderate infested pest sitting next to you. Hope everyone is feeling better these days.