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| Kinsale town center |
First stop on this trek of Ireland is Kinsale. I don’t know how I discovered this place or why I wanted to visit, but it seemed cool enough for a stopover. I found what I presume to be the only hostel in town and sit in the lobby for 30 minutes before a soul shows up. The guy is nice enough, but charges me 20 euro instead of the advertised 15, I didn’t really like him anyway. I made damn sure I got my 20 euro out of the place. How? Well, first I took a really long shower. Ordinarily, I hate doing this because I care a bit about water conservation. Sometimes, you just need a hot shower though. Since I was a bit fatigued from the previously sleepless weekend in Cork, I decided to have a quick nap around 6pm before checking out a pub in town. At 10:30, I rolled over feeling good. I popped out of bed and grabbed a banana, slapped on some peanut butter, and enjoyed it in the silence of an empty hostel. A swift peek out the front door at the night sky and I crawled back in bed. I know, you’re wondering how I went from feeling good to crawling back into bed. Simply put, it was a really comfortable bed and after the Demolition Experience, I could use a bit of shut eye. I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to sleep though after a 4 hour nap. 10 minutes of reggae on the iPod and I woke up at 9am. Where on earth does the time go? I must say, that was probably the best night of sleep I had since I arrived in Europe. There wasn’t a soul to bother me at 2am walking in the dorm and the town was small so there wasn’t any exterior noise to wake me up at 7am. Bliss…
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| The things that keep a smile on my face... |
Rested, I gathered my things and began the trek to the road out of town along the coast. On the way, I took a detour and decided to hike to James’ Fort. Now in ruins, I decided to break in and check it out. Shhhh, don’t tell anyone. I climbed the stone exterior (Thank you rock climbing addiction) and snapped some pictures inside. After I was satisfied, I bailed on the hole hitching idea and decided to trek back to town and totally came across the first beach since St. Andrews, Scotland (Where it was raining…). The smell of that salty air while you step along the soft water soaked sand is something of which I never tire. A bit small, but it put a smile on my face nonetheless. Back in town, I wandered and snapped a few photos. For lunch, I decided to hit the weekly farmer’s market that happened to be on my only day in town. I’m pretty sure that I’ve never had a croissant as tasty as whatever concoction this lady had crafted up out of apples and dough. She somehow managed to not powder the croissant with powdered sugar, but rather paint it on. If you can’t imagine what I’m talking about, I don’t know what to tell you other than to visit Kinsale and find the croissant lady. The apricot bar was tasty fresh, but not as good. By now it was late in the afternoon and I decided that I didn’t have the energy to hitch along the Irish coast. Instead, I booked a ticket to Killarney. Glad I did! 
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| yay! a beach! |
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