Drive from Killarney to Glengarriff
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Here is an excerpt from my diary on our way to Glengarriff via the Healy Pass..
I am going to attempt to blog while in the passenger seat of the rental car - tanks be to God Martha has taken the wheel for a bit. I’ve had two Guinness already. We are on the way to Kenmare via Killarney where we stopped for lunch. We are driving past the Muckross House ��" where we visited two years ago and I spent loads on pottery ��" beautiful grounds. So being back in Ireland has been a bit like visiting someplace very familiar, very comfortable and warm ��" after three visits, I feel like a citizen, but it’s more likely due to the amount of Guinness I consume on a daily basis.
France was fantastic ��" but coming back to Ireland is like visiting an old friend you haven’t seen for a while. It’s only been two years since we last visited, but the country has changed somewhat ��" you can definitely tell. At least in the areas we visited thus far, the roads are quite a bit better than I remember ��" there are loads of construction projects on the roads so we’ve had our fair share of “traffic jams” consisting of 6-8 cars. Dad promptly declares the town with a populace of 200 a “big city” due to the 8 cars we are behind. We are currently driving through the Derry Nasaggart Mountains. We are listening to “You Dropped the Bomb on Me” which Martha is suggesting I change to something “more appropriate for the environ”. The drive we are on is similar to the Kancamangus Highway in New Hampshire, except we are in Ireland.
So Doolin was a total riot. Of course we headed to the pub, McDermott’s, after dinner at the Aran View. The place was jammed ��" tons of people ��" apparently the bar owner’s niece was married the night before and they were still celebrating.
Last night we had dinner at Gus O’Connor’s pub ��" the best pub food in Doolin ��" and listened to some great traditional Irish music. Dad is recovering from his cold, so he had an early night. After a brief stop at the internet café, Mom and I met Martha back at O’Connors. We'd only been gone an hour or so but Mart-ah made fast friends with the lady and her husband to her left, and a couplel of Dutch guys to her right. We joined her and soon made acquaintance with each of them - Catherine and Jean-Louis from Marseilles, France and Eddie and Dick from Holland. Behind us were four hooligans from Spain and a few American scattered about as well. We had a few pints and listened to the music, led of course by the accordian player Collin who chatted up Martha -apparently he visited Waltham, MA (pronounced Walt-am - there are no "th"s in Ireland, kind of like no "R"s in Bahston ... btw, what is happening to our Sox????? I am writing this at some ungodly hour of the morning due to Irish coffees consumed late last night...) Anyway, we enjoyed the music at O'Connors and needed to call it a night due to our long trip the next morning to Glengarriff (besides it looked like Eddie, the Dutch guy, was ready to make a move on Mom...I had to get her out of there for her own good...kidding !)
More soon. Kate