Tiny roads, fast cars and fantastic views
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People who made my travels more enjoyable: Nikki (USA)
I woke up around 8:30 and proceeded downstairs to the dining room of our B&B. I'd never stayed at a B&B before so I wasn't totally sure what to expect. After helping myself to tea and toast, I was offered a "Full Irish". I insisted that I really wasn't that hungry, but the owner persuaded me to try a "small taste". The small taste include blood sausage, mushrooms cooked in butter with salt, a fried egg, sausage links and a fried tomato. My arteries began to clog as I ate. Either way, it was delicious and I was happy to have tried a traditional Irish breakfast. Once the owner heard we had been to Left Bank the night before he joked with us about how hungover we must be (neither Nikki nor myself were particularly hungover).
The drive from Kilkenny to Dingle was both long and terrifying. To give some perspective, imagine a small road in America.
We parked our car and proceeded to check in to the B&B. We were frantically greeted by the owner who told us we'd have to wait a few minutes for our room. Naturally, we decided to wander around the grounds rather than sit in the waiting room. The view was spectacular, hardly a cloud in the sky, with a clear view of the Dingle bay.
Before we ventured out on the peninsula, we stopped in town for a quick lunch. After filling our bellies we took off down the road. We started on the 40KM loop, following the signs for Slea Head. This was, in a way, the most terrifying part of my trip to Ireland.
After several miles we reached the bee hives. No they were not actual bee hives, but huts resembling bee hives. They are known by their Irish name, Cochlan (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clochan). The history of these huts is fascinating and I spent a good thirty minutes wandering around. I laid down in the grass, enjoyed a brief respite from the wind and tried to imagine how people from the Bronze age could survive in such a climate.
After leaving the Cochlan we continued down the road, stopping every few minutes to snap some photos and take in the beautiful scenery. After about an hour we completed the terrifying portion of the drive. Both of us were exhausted and just wanted to get back to our B&B. We turned left, following a sign that said "An Daingean 7km" (Dingle is one of the special regions of Ireland where Irish, rather than English, is the official language). After about 5 minutes on this road we saw another sign "An Daingean 10km"... Nikki and I thought this was a bit strange, but continued. 5 more minutes... another sign "An Daingean 10km"... Obviously we had misinterpreted the meaning of these sign. The sign didn't mean "if you follow this road for 7km you will reach your destination", it meant "this sign is 7km from your destination, however the road you are turning on to will, in fact, lead you away from that destination"!
After another half hour of driving, we made it back to our B&B.