Tour de Dingle
Trip Start Aug 30, 2010
18Trip End Dec 19, 2010
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Friday we met Charlotte and Ann-Cecille and Charlotte in Eyre Square for Brunch.
We went from Galway City to Limerick, Limerick to Tralee, then finally Dingle. It took about 9 hours (including layaway). We checked into the Blackberry Hostel. The owner, Dave gave us the code to let ourselves in because he was out at the pubs. We actually didn't even see the guy until the morning when we paid and left (very trusting guy). After leaving our bags on the bunks we hit the town. We got some food at dimly light restaurant called the Blue Zone. It had couches for chairs. Jazz was playing while couples lounged with books and glasses of wine. I ordered cake instead of "real food" partly because it was cheaper and partly because I was expected to bike THIRTY MILES the next day. I also ordered an Irsih Coffee which I ended up gifting to the only male with us. I quickly found I am not a fan of whiskey. We followed our ears and ended up at http://dickmacks.homestead.com/ It was a TINY pub. We couldn't all fit in the door because it was too packed. Inside was a band of 3 men and one woman. There was a fiddle, accordian, guitar and.. shakers(?) Some sat on the bar with their empty pints lined up. They sand songs about Dingle but ironically the first song was "Forever Young" this was a singalong for sure. I believe we were the only non-loclas besides some obvious Yankee cap sportershttp://www.facebook.com/pages/John-Bennys-Pub-Dingle/109220025765306 More great music. We decided to retire after this since we were to be up at 8am to rent bikes and cover the entire peninsula....
3am gave us a little scare. Most of us were newbies in the hostel experience so we were already on edge a bit... So loud pounding on the door is not very comforting. When we thought more ratinally we figured it was a group of hostel-stayers like us who got drunk and didn't remember the code to get inside. When they finally got in, they decided to congregate in front of our bedroom and yell like at a sporting event. I sensed an Irish accent, but then I heard German. (who knows!)
My alarm went off at 7 and I climbed down from my suprisingly comfy bunkbed. The rounded up the troops and went downstairs to meet and pay Dave... he was extremely enthusiastic about telling us where and what to do while in Dingle. He did tell us that Dingle "sleeps in" so no place will be open til atleast half nine. We wasted time enjoying the beautiful view in the bay. Dingle reminded me of a small fishing village where everyone knows everyone
This day happened to be September 11th. It felt wrong not being in the United States for this. In some way I felt guilty. I asked the group if they'd like to have a moment of silence during our lunch break. It would be between 8 and 9 am in the States. As I sat on a corroding rock wall facing the Atlantic, I stared across the water to where my home is. I thought about that day, the indescribable terror and tragedy that also uncovered the heroic hearts and a sense of "we’re all in this together"...never forget
We made dinner that evening in the Hideout Hostel's lovely kitchen. It was a cultural expereince if I've ever had one