08 April 2011

Killarney to Galway

O'Connors pub

First off, if you ever visit Killarney and want to stay on the cheap. Stay at Neptune’s Hostel. I can’t say enough about this place. The staff is friendly, the place is clean, and the other travelers were open and ready for anything. The first night I arrived around 8pm and nothing was open for dinner except a small convenience shop. I purchased a few things, needlessly, and went back to the hostel where two Israeli girls, Noy and Leeron ended up inviting me to have dinner with them. Though they hardly spoke English and I not a word of Hebrew, we hit it off. The three of us and several others that we met following dinner ended up heading over to O’Connors for a couple drinks and some local Irish blue grass music (Don’t ask me…). The band was very cool and even let Noy and Leeron jump into the mix with the metal washboard thing. I swallowed my Guinness and threw some darts with Brian until closing.
My new friend
Muckross Lake
I woke up the next morning and took a late start to hiking around Killarney National Park. I will say this is an excellent little town because you can walk 5km south or west and end up along a lake loop through the national park. I opted to go south and check out the famous Torc Waterfall and Muckross Lake. I like to give credit where due and having a waterfall 5km outside of your town is awesome, but seriously, this is a little baby waterfall. How does it end up attracting tourists from around the globe? I mean, yea… If you’re in Ireland and happen to be in Killarney, take the little amount of time and check it out. I’ve met some people that have actually come over to Ireland specifically to see this thing…
Torc Waterfall
I know… RIGHT! It’s a little creek cascading over some rocks. It's very pretty and I would see it if you’re there, but don’t go there to see it. It’s not like it’s…
Iguassu Falls (Brazil)
When I returned to the hostel, I met Dian. Though our group bumped into her the previous night, I didn’t realize how cool she was until now. She’s traveled since she was 19 and has been to 76 different countries around the world. I loved hearing about where she has been and what she’s done. She invited me to have dinner with her so we threw together a stir fry of what we had (Or should I say she had since I provided zero of the food). Turns out she was in Ireland for a house swap and was based in Galway. I hadn’t planned on leaving for Galway until Saturday or even Sunday, but she offered to give me a ride Friday morning. I may not know much, but I do know that you do not turn down a ride somewhere when it is offered. It couldn’t have been any better. We headed north along the coast and made a few wrong turns that turned into a few amazing turns. Cliffs of Moher, who? Yea, go to Kilkee and hike along the trail they have for their cliffs. Bam!
Cliffs of Kilkee
Dian and me
Yea, we swung by Moher and for 6 euro (per person) I’ll tell you how they look from out the car window. I never understood how any country can charge for you to see its landscape. Dian and I pulled off the road up-a-ways and trespassed over to the Cliffside.  They’re nice and all but go to Kilkee instead. Plus, there is a nice beach right before the cliffs inside the small bay. We made it up to Galway safely and Dian invited me to stay the weekend. How could I say no?
King of The Burren

06 April 2011

Kinsale Away… Kinsale Away with Me!

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…
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!


yay! a beach!