Sadly, we didn't see Seany when we left this morning, he was already back in Dublin. Instead, we ended up (almost) on the wrong bus, then on the right bus with Fitzy as our new driver. This group has been doing the 6 Day Total Ireland Tour, so this lot had been together for four days, and didn't really let the six of us joining them slip in comfortably... One lady (who didn't appreciate sharing the back seat of the bus with Nick and I) had the hide to write in her journal (Nick read this over her shoulder...) "I had hope we could have the backseat all to ourselves. Oh well, I guuuesssss we just have to share." What nonsense! Our first day of our tour there was only a couple of seats spare, and they weren't on the backseat! So Nick and I just spread our things out on the seat between us. The lady next to me - HA! She asked me if we were boyfriend / girlfriend because we got on at the same time! Far out! So yes, Nick and I just took the mick out of them for a time. Entertainment value!
Aside from this, the drive down to the Dingle Peninsula, and then the drive along Slea Head was just stunning! The sky was blue, and the air was clean. There are islands dotted all along the coast, including one that looks like, and is known as The Sleeping Giant. Eventually we arrived in Dingle.
Dingle. Beautiful. Amazing. And even has it's own friendly dolphin, Fungi the dolphin who (unlike Seany's tale of him being dead - which devastated an American tourist) is apparently alive and well. We spent lunch time there, and most people made their way to the ice-cream shop at Dingle. The nicest ice-cream so far! And sitting on the pier looking over the boats, was lovely, with the sun on my shoulders and the wind in my hair.
We ended back at Killarney - we were meant to stay at the hostel here, however because of previous ... ummm ... fire alarms ... we only past through Killarney. Our small group didn't joined the rest of the group with the jaunting carts, and instead walked around the town in daylight (as opposed to walking through alleyways at 2am) and saw some beautiful things that we had missed on our last visit. Nick and I went to the cathedral, and along the way I found my eyes hadn't deceived me on the previous visit, and there was an unusual mural on a hidden wall on the outskirts of the town.
We got to Cork quite late, and me being tired - I fell down the stairs... Can you believe it?! I sure couldn't! So it was an early night, with bruises forming down my legs and all across my knees... That and Two and a Half Men to keep my head from thinking about the pain in my legs...
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