Dingle to Sligo to Strandhill

Trip Start Apr 24, 2009
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Trip End May 03, 2009


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Flag of Ireland  , County Sligo,
Monday, April 27, 2009

A long travel day... Departing Dingle in early morning, we were happy to be on our way after our so-called "slacker day" in southern Ireland.  Due to this slacking, the two of us agreed we would attempt to get as far northwards as possible this day so as to be able to visit some of the more acclaimed sites of northern Ireland (Republic of, and Northern) in coming days.  Thus, an 8:30am departure seemed a responsible choice, and responsible we decided to be...
 
Of the 9 hour journey that stood in front of us, we decided there would only be 1 stop for tourist-affiliated reasons - the Cliffs of Moher in Shannon county.  Shannon County is somewhat more subdued and flatter than county of Kerry, but absolutely gorgeous with greenery all around and cows abound.
 
Cliffs of Moher - 213 meters (600+ feet) of sheer rock face and Atlantic in the background.  A stunning site indeed, with plenty of tourists viewing the splendid natural rock formations.  Well worth the visit should you be looking to visit the country and southern Ireland.
 
Hours later... we reach Sligo.  Known for nearly nothing other than a party scene and floating garbage and ducks in the river running thru town, we figured it was a good stop for the nite.  My oh my, were we wrong.  After sitting in god awful traffic for literally an hour if not more, speaking with a  jagged toothed hostel manager regarding potential rooms for the nite, and being turned away at the local city hotel, Lauren and I made an executive decision to get the hell out of dodge.  Seeing as to how the closest community or city to Sligo was a beach town (Strandhill), we headed in that such direction.
 
Upon entry to Strandhill, Lauren and I realized there were literally only 2 accomodations to choose from for the evening.  Surf shop and hostel seemed the cheaper choice, but without a manager to check us in, the next best choice was to tempt fate and just hit the bar for a much needed beer.  Or series of beers as the case became.  Befriending the local bartenders Dave and Pip (where the hell does Pip come from? Although he was small, aka Lauren's size) as well as other bartenders J.O. and Scoop, the hours seemed to fly by at the local pub.  One pizza and 7 beers later (pints, not tiny American bottles), we opted away from a nite out in Sligo town with our crazy new friends.  Part of this decision was based on the fact that there was no chance in this lifetime that either of us would ever return to Sligo, but as well it was well past 1am and we intended to head out early for a visit to Slieve League. 
 
A big shout out and praise to Lauren for withstanding the severity of a cold shower in Strandhill.  My shower - scorching hot... YES!!!!!
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