Rule 4: Stop to Chat

It is very hard to keep up with three boys on bikes, when all three of those boys also play NCAA Division 1-level hockey. They are in shape. I am not.

We rented bikes in Killarney, from the fastest-talking Russian on the planet. He had our money, ID, had given us our bikes, shown us the map of the park we wanted to ride and was back in his building with the door locked behind him in 26 seconds. Flat.

We rode for quite awhile before realizing that we were on the walking, not the biking, path, and that we were going the wrong direction. We decided not to let it bother us.

We found a waterfall…

The boys frequently had to stop and wait for me to catch up. Occasionally one of them would ride along with me and my tired, tired legs.

“I like going your speed,” G said, at one point. “It’s relaxing.”

Outside the pub one night in Killarney, after being escorted at closing time out the back door, Mike and I met a chipper local and asked for advice on where we should next steer our car.

“Go to Dingle,” he said. “And you gotta to see the Burren.”

Until the next day when I looked it up in our guide book, I was sure he’d said “The Burn”. I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to know what that was.

It turns out The Burren is where Ireland gets its rocks. We’d been wondering, as we drove along, how so many houses, fences, churches, castles could all been made out of stone. Ireland must be out by now, we’d mused. Not so.  I don’t know if we have any good pictures of The Burren, because the roads were so narrow and windy there was no place to safely stop and take one. Add that to Dustin’s theory of going as fast as possible, and our attempts to get pictures out of the car windows were fairly futile. Let’s just say there’s rocks there. Lots of them.

What we did get pictures of was our next stop – the Cliffs of Moher.

(First though, we had a peanut butter and honey lunch with Squidget).

Sure you can see the Cliffs only from within the safe confines of the tourist-approved area, but no one actually does that.

(G enjoyed making Jeff nervous by getting as close to the edge as possible).

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About aasaelsewhere

I like Saskatchewan fine, but am hitting the road soon anyway. First on the itinerary: Portugal, England, Ireland, then England again. I have Yellow Fever immunity, a pending visa, and a blank passport, and can't promise anything.
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