Words are worth a thousand pictures: Final Chapter

This is my final installment of my Hoiday from my Holiday.
I'll have some pix to go along with this story as well as more current news posted soon!

Monday Morning:
It was late when I got back to the Hostel and early when I rose to continue my trip the next morning. My roommates were up and ready for the day but their friends in the next room were not yet up. My roommates turned out to be a couple from Poland who were journalists on holidayThey approached me asking if I could take them to the trailhead. It was the opposite direction of where I was going but it meant I would make the beautiful journey thru the Killarny National Reserve once more – and its certainly worth the round trip. . We passed the time discussing the difference between the English language and Irish. They found it difficult to understand there employer’s Irish english, for example; when her employer told her to make a sandwich with “no meesh” she was unsure of what was being requested, eventually it came out that the sandwich was to be made “without meat”.

Finally on my way in the right direction, up through Killarny and up to Tralee where I made my way to Dingle. The Dingle Peninsula is probably best known for its music and its dolphin, Fungi. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to experience either (music wasn’t until evening andFungi must’ve been taking a lie down) but I did enjoy walking around the town and harbour, talking to locals (which can be tricky since most of them speak Gaelic) and browsing the local art-ware. The local craft was amazing and I found myself browsing studio after studio wishing I’d win the Little Woods Lotto so I could bring it all home with me.

I drove around the Dingle peninsula – once again takingthe road less traveled – until I came to Connor’s Pass at the top of which is the most incredible view of the entire peninsula and both Dingle and Galway Bay. Just past this scenic overlook is the most narrow road I’ve yet to maneuver. The transportation department had kindly marked the middle of the road with white dashes - but to say that a car, any car could stay to ones own side without leaving half the vehicle on the other side of the cliff or smashed into the mountainside would be an understatement. So, down the middle of the road went Iwith no regard to the dashed white line. And glad I was that no one was coming up that part of the road as I was coming down. The prospect of having to drive in reverse looking for a wide spot to allow passage was not to my liking.

I would’ve loved to have stayed the night in Dingle but, much to my chagrin, I found my energy lagging and the need to get back to my friends and my bed most desirable. So off I went back towards Tralee where I promptly stated to myself, “Look, another quaint, medieval village” and kept on driving straight thru to Mountshannon and what I call home for these few weeks in Ireland.


The End (…of this story at least…)