Right. Day 19 was depressing. Wind, rain, mist, no view at Moher after a bus ride. The hostel was full of Germans and French and other people congratulating each other in pidgin English at how great the other nation's travellers are. Ahem.
I want to meet Irish folk on this trip, predominantly. Spare me from back-packers and other planet-destroyers. Guess I'm not too diferrent in that I'm a tourist, and there ain't no getting around getting round, etc, but I left Doolin bored of tourists. Seriously. I did not hear one Irish voice on my side of the bar last night. How sad. Kerry wasn't like that. I know I'm practically as English as anyone, but 15 miles from my mother's birthplace, I felt a long way from home...
In a flat mood, I set off towards Galway, after tossing up the advantages of getting a a ferry to the Arran Island and then over to Galway. I decided to head inland a little and see some of the Burren and hope the wind wasn't so bad inland. I've heard that wind has driven sailors mad in the past. I can see why. Relentless hard work and fear will mess with anyone's mind...
Anyway. I had the 4 seasons in one day thing today, and I think my plan to avoid the coast a little was a good one. There's no point in photographing the Burren. it's just too odd and has to be seen to be believed...
Anyhow... I had a first today. Graham calls a road in Scotland the Electric Brae. It looks like you're going up hill, but you're going down. I had a similar thing. The wind blew me uphill. Bizarre. I stopped pedalling, and freewheeled up hill for 100 metres. Hmmm.
Galway. one-way systems, exciting, pretty, and no place to be alone. Also full of back-packers...
Oh, I'm in Connacht! Only Ulster and back into Leinster and I'm done. It'll take me 3 weeks...
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Aidan here. If you think you had it bad think again. Try cycling to Clifden from Galway staying as close to the coastline as possible. I was in Connemara cycling in the pissing rain. Out here you can't hide from it. The wind kept blowing me out to the middle of the road which didn't go down too well with all the cars coming and going against me.I should of been in Clifden by now but the carrier broke Tuesday.By the time I had a new one fitted Wednesday it was 13.30. Didn't leave the city till 14.00.
Aidan here. If you think you had it bad think again. Try cycling to Clifden from Galway staying as close to the coastline as possible. I was in Connemara cycling in the pissing rain. Out here you can't hide from it. The wind kept blowing me out to the middle of the road which didn't go down too well with all the cars coming and going against me.I should of been in Clifden by now but the carrier broke Tuesday.By the time I had a new one fitted Wednesday it was 13.30. Didn't leave the city till 14.00.
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