Had a magnificent breakfast at the B&B this morning. Cereal, fruit, yogurt, toast, eggs, beans, 4 kinds of meat, coffee, OJ, milk...all of which we gorged ourselves on! The meal alone was worth the cost of staying (which we would have payed in a restaurant, I'm sure!). Had a great talk with Margaret (the hostess) and then rolled ourselves out of the house. How we're ever going to manage cycling on such full stomachs, I'm not sure!
A beautiful undulating road was our path for the day (although it slowed our progress) with a
beautiful valley pouring off to the right and rising again to the Sperrin mountains for 1/2 our journey.
Then finally, just above Limavady we crested the climb and enjoyed at least 10km of coasting
where we topped out at 60km/hr. Was I ever glad that we weren't traveling in the other direction! Then a flat section around some cliffs to the coast where the camp is.
Now the campground is supposed to be on a beach, but I'd never know it. We're in what I'd like to call 'camping hell' right now - at least for us. Apparently a lot of other people feel differently. Tents on top of one another in an empty field and 'Holiday Homes' (aka: trailers) as far as the eye can see. I walk approximately one kilometer to the washroom through a maze of trailers
and caravans and they seem to be never ending. Where is the beach? We were excited about seeing the north coast of Ireland, and we seem to not be the only ones thinking this way. I think that this may be a good introduction to crowded European camping during peak season that's to come. But this is just our means to get around and find a place to sleep (and shower and do laundry). I do wonder about those who do this as their big vacation time though. There's no quiet, no view - just tons of noise and people running
about. You could stay in the city! It's amazing to see the extent to which they go to make camping as comfortable as possible. Caravans that have additional attached awnings, tents wired for electricity, privacy fences erected, and a BBQ cooking range trailer that's pulled up beside us. We laughed and laughed at a group that took 3 car loads to deliver all they needed to camp for the evening. How close must they live, and don't they have a backyard? These huge tents with separate bedrooms, playrooms and kitchens are like I've never seen. Our tiny little ultralight 2-man tent certainly sticks out.
Decided to take a walk down to the beach (if we could find it that is). We found ourselves part of a mass migration of like minded people. Walkers young and old, cyclists big and small, and those in motor vehicles too lazy to go otherwise. But the expanse of the sand on this beach was incredible! The image of white sandy beaches is not one that commonly came to my mind when thinking of Ireland, but this trip has changed that image for me. But somehow cars parked on the beach takes away from the beauty a little bit. I wonder how many children playing being buried in the sane are run over each year?