Goodbye Gallway

Trip Start May 21, 2007
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Trip End Jun 01, 2007


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Thursday, May 24, 2007

This morning we woke up with headaches, especially looking forward to Mike's coffee and breakfast in the dining room.  Finishing up Wednesday night we again ventured out on the town, meeting some characters along the way.  The first was a man along the way who had some bad jokes while we waited at the ped light.  He asked "What's better than a pioneer?"  Josh guessed the answer-- a pie in the mouth!  There were more, we won't bore you....

We proceeded to Seatan ua Neactain, aka the townhouse of Richard Martin, for a pint.  He was a leader in animal rights activism, and at one point the resident of the Ballynahinch Castle, which we visited yesterday. He would have liked the poster to the right. The poster we really wanted a shot of but had no camera when we found it had been torn down.  Something about the election equaling war, with a candidate shaking Bush's hand.

We picked up take away at a gyro-ish place and had a wonderful picnic at the Spanish Arch. It was here that we noticed the presence of the Guarda, which had been noticeably absent until then.  Also, there were all sorts of folks about with red shirts and flags draped about them, and an air of rowdiness.  We then remembered hearing about a football match on the radio.  After hearing chanting team anthems and cheering in the distance, we proceeded to Taffee's for some pints and to join in with the crowds watching the match.

Then it was onto Tigh Colie (from last night) for a shot of Paddy and more Guinness. And that's where the night got a bit crazy.  We met some Americans, not much talked about, until along came an silver-haired less-than-sober one who has lived in Galway for the last 8 years.  He adores newlyweds and blarney,  and thus bought us and the lads sitting next to us more shots of Paddy.  Slainte! We had a couple more pints, listened to some trad that included a harp, and stumbled back to our room late into the lovely Irish night.  To clarify, this is around 23:00 here, as the pubs close around midnight!  Oh, and Liverpool lost.

Needless, we were once again quite pleased with our breakfasts, and were a bit sad to leave Mike and the hospitality of the Ardawn House.  But we managed to pack up and head out toward Dingle.
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