Dunquin to Ballydavid: Day Five of the Dingle Way
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This morning we set off in COMPLETE FOG! It was pretty eerie, but we were in good spirits! We even joked about trying to stage some creepy photos of us coming out of the mist, but decided that the effect wouldn't be nearly as cool as the idea, so we ventured on. The fog sort of came and went the whole day, but it never got quite as thick as it had been in the morning. On the way to Clogher Beach, we stopped in at Louis Mulcahy (sp?) pottery. We were tempted, oh-so-tempted, to max out the old VISA, but we stayed strong and bought nothing. We dreamed of future days, when we'd be rich from teaching, and have enough money to buy a whole kitchen set:) Great stuff though, and actually reasonably priced for artwork!
We ventured on with full pockets and light backpacks to Clogher Beach.
Finally we came to Wine Strand, named so because of the history of smuggling that came through there. We had a snack and wished for some wine:) Andy joked about how I looked like a Girl Scout due to my bandana and gaiters, so he took a few pictures of me to tease me and accompanied the photos by singing, "Will you get your patches today?" over and over.
Then, we came upon a beautiful cliff walk. That led us to our B and B...well to be honest, we got a bit lost on the way, but it was supposed to pretty much lead us right to our B and B. After stopping at someone's house to ask for directions, we finally made it safe and sound to our night's place of residence.
Our B and B hostess drove us to the only restaurant/guesthouse there ...it was about 30 Euros a plate. Not really in our budget; plus it seemed there was a dress code or something. We didn't feel so hot in our hiker gear and hoodies. Anyway, we shared some food and enjoyed the view of the cliffs we had walked on earlier. While we were there, we watched in amazement as one of the customers broke two or three wine chillers.
All in all, it was a good day despite being kept up all night by the baaing of the sheep right outside our window! It was sort of fun listening to them all night until we realized they were babies baaing for their mothers.... The world of agriculture is a cruel one.