O, colourful Kinsale. I started this post yesterday, but stopped when I realised that no post about Kinsale could be complete without dozens of pictures of colour-saturated stucco. I probably should have taken pictures of more monuments and landmarks, but no matter. Enjoy. (Maybe that gallery worked? I blame PHP…
Tags: cities > Kinsale Read MoreKinsale at Large
Mind the Gap
Today I almost killed Daddy. Not intentionally, mind you! And I did very seriously consider alternatives in order to guarantee his safety. It all started innocently enough. We breakfasted at our usual hour. We drove into town. We rented bikes. We headed to Reen Pier at Ross Castle. We boarded…
Tags: adventures > sceneryI Fell into a Burning Ring of Kerry
Somehow I was imagining that the Ring of Kerry was some sort of tourist attraction in itself, instead of just a way to drive around the Iveragh Peninsula. But so it is, another drive. A beautiful drive, at that. This is what you think of when you think of Ireland. …
Tags: Juan Diego > sceneryA Tingle for Your Dingle
We’re trying to find a day that’s neither windy nor promises to rain in the afternoon. In the mean time, we have other activities that aren’t so weather-dependent, including more driving about—including, as I mentioned yesterday, down the Dingle peninsula. Let me attempt to convey it with pictures and panoramas. …
Tags: Juan Diego > sceneryOver in Killarney
Today we drove south, through The Burren again and past it, around and down towards Killarney. And yes, I keep having Toora Loora Loora stuck in my head. We said goodbye to our lovely hosts Anne and John in Galway and took the scenic route so we could take more silly…
Tags: cities > Juan DiegoGalway Walking Tour
After two driving days, we took ourselves on a walking tour of Galway. I won’t post too many pictures today lest I repeat myself. I wish that I could post something more useful, too, like what it’s like to drive in Ireland (awesome, but impossible to depict without videos), but…
Tags: cities > Galway > sláinteConnemara Coast
Perhaps plucky is a better term for Juan Diego, and I was a bit harsh. But no matter. My judgement stands. Today we took a trip up the Connamara coast, to catch what we could of this side of the Wild Atlantic. Our destination was a six-mile loop called Sky…
Tags: Juan Diego > sceneryJuan Diego
Today we headed south to the Cliffs of Moher. I was honestly more excited for the Burren, which said something silly like it was Europe’s most interesting scenery. I mean, Europe’s fine and all, but I totally agree. I could hike this place for days—and maybe I will, someday. Understandably,…
Tags: Juan Diego > pubs > scenery > sláinteGalway
Today we wandered around Galway some more. It was an easy task. This will be a post mostly in pictures, since I’d like to rest up before our drive up Connemara tomorrow. Anticipate more pictures. In a weird way, Salthill sort of reminds me of the colourful Victorian houses around…
Tags: cities > Galway > pubs > sláinteWest coast…best coast?
The Irish in WWII
Before I start today’s post, I wanted to interrupt myself with a brief historical item for discussion. (John, if you’re reading this—which I hope you are, accompanied by a nice glass of red—I wonder whether the wheels of your mind are already turning…) Yesterday we wandered Dublin, which is really…
Tags: historyMade it!!!
It still feels a little surreal—to be in Ireland, finally on the other side of a trip that I’ve been planning for years. And for a short while there, I was afraid we wouldn’t make it. Here’s a list of the #firstworldproblems that we had to overcome: Disabled train (Red…
Tags: cities > Dublin > pubs > sláinteBlister Beetle Dermatitis
It’s Sunday morning. I’m enjoying a nice lie in (as the Brits say), watching the sun filter in through my mosquito net and catching up on some of the Master of Rome series (almost done Book V, baby!). I roll over to get my glasses, and notice a small tick-like…
Tags: safe and sound > strange bugsWhat happens to Tanzanians when thieves steal their stuff?
Amina surprised me by kissing me on the lips when she greeted me yesterday. Normally Tanzanians shake hands (in a complicated secret-handshake kind of way). They don’t hug, as evidenced by Gudila (one of the dadas who works at Mama Luce’s, my go-to neighbourhood breakfast joint) asking me who the…
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