from Killorglin to Tralee
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In Killorglin, we drove by the goat tower and he told me all about the Puck Fair. My guide then volunteered to drive me all the way to Tralee, which happened to be his hometown. Clearly, luck was on my side. Kieran drove me around town to show me all of the best places to go before dropping me off at the door of Westward Court Budget Accommodations.
Per the suggestions of my new Irish friend, right after checking in, I went out for “pub grub” at the Town and Country Bar. I had a delicious traditional Irish lamb stew, soda bread, and Guinness.
One of my roommates was sound asleep in the bunk below mine when I arrived. The grizzly Italian man snored like a lion and did not stop. It was an awful night for the rest of us. A German kid left the room when he could not take the noise any longer. The following morning I learned that when he went to the front desk to explain the situation and ask if he could sleep on the couch, the clerk knew right away which room was ours.