Dance the night away....
Killarney Travel Blog› entry 10 of 14 › view all entries
After such a breath taking experience of my life, suffice it to say Killarney was a bit of an anticlimax. It was one of those cities that's neither got the cuteness that comes with rustic charm, nor is it big and bad enough to be called a happening place. It just seems stifled. The hostel we stayed at was a mess. A bad stink, beds were narrow and ventilation seemed low, and rooms had a cheesy animal based title... rooms called the Lion and the Bear. LOL!
We had a good dinner infact, one of the posher ones we've had on this trip. And we headed to a modern lounge for drinks. Cocktails were on discount that day... apparently for 6 Euro each. That's discount for them! From here, we moved to a proper dance club, there was a live band (usual American wannabes wearing Lakers sweatshirts and singing Green Day) as well as a dancefloor playing lame Ja Rule and Beyonce.
Got back to the hostel around 2am, half drunk and half tired. I'd really gotten used to this life. The reality that the trip was ending seemed to cloud over me during these moments. Most of the others on the bus (Aussies) all had 2-3 months left in Europe before they move to US/Canada before heading home. So it was a bit sad for me alone... oh well! Felt lucky I got this far.
The funniest sight that greeted me that night was Silke, a tall quiet German lady sleeping in the bed on the other side of the room. She had worn her earplugs, eyeshade and even a torch attached to the head (like the miners) before she went to bed. It takes all sorts, I thought as I slept that night. I was either drunk or just plain happy, but I was smiling for at least an hour after the lights went off.