No- I am not talking about that kind of behind. Technical difficulties with camera and WiFi being spotty have delayed commentary and posts of pictures from our week in Ireland. I will begin catching up today but need another day to become less technologically disadvantaged so bear with me, please. I believe the last proper posting I wrote was from Karlsruhe and the wacky but always fun Kubler Hotel so now we play catch up.
Kris and I took a cab to Baden-Baden Airport early Saturday morning to fly on the oh-so-dependable discount airline Ryan Air which is an Irish company. We flew Ryan last year for the first time when we went down to Italy from Germany for our holiday. Ryan Air has remarkable prices for flights to places I’ve never heard of, but, and there is a but, the cheap flight can add up to big euros if you don’t pay attention to the rules. Bag size, bag weight, one carry on; and ladies, that does not mean your purse plus a carry on that meets a different minimum size than we Americans are used to; be on time which means be early or you just screwed up, etc., etc., etc. We tend to be slightly OCD when about airports so no problems yet.
Enough about Ryan Air. We flew into London about 9:30am, grabbed a fast train into the city so we could take a Hop On/ Hop Off tour bus to see a few sites. Grubbed 0n some nice fish and chips at a pub around the corner from the Windsor Palace, began walking towards the train station but it started to rain so we hailed down on of those cute taxi’s reminiscent of the old Checker Cabs back in the day, and arrived dry at the train station. Don’t really care for the big cities much anymore but it was good for about six hours worth. Next time would prefer to go to the less crowded spots in the U.K. Scotland would be nice too…
Kris had planned it where we stayed at an airport hotel so it would be a no brainer the next morning when we had to be at the airport for our flight to Shannon, Ireland. It is a good idea when your flight is in a foreign country and you have no idea whether the security is going to stare at your passport for 30 minutes or not. This happens a lot to us for some reason. Well, at least it does to me. It is also too early for the coffee to have begun waking up the ole brain cells and I as I get older the feet don’t move as quickly as they used to.
And then, we were in Ireland. The lady at the Irish customs informed us that it usually rained 6 days out of 7 in the spring so don’t count on much sun. The first drizzly shower we experienced on Sunday afternoon left us with a double rainbow so I suppose it must have given us luck because the weather was mostly gorgeous though a wee bit windy. I love that word. Wee. Every time I turned around in Ireland one of the locals was using it in their conversation. It sounds fantastic in an Irish accent.
Back to the wind. Windy like in West Texas or New Mexico. Big gusty cold wind that got into your bones causing you to look for the closest shop that sold wool caps and sweaters. Yes we did. Both of us now own lovely handmade Aran Island wool sweaters and head-gear. Sadly, it never gets that cold down in the land of south coastal plains Texas.
After Kris figured out the working of driving on the wrong side of the road (and she is good- being lefthanded helps), we headed for the Cliffs of Moher in County Clare on the western side of the island. Just so you know when you see the pictures a few facts about the Cliffs of Moher. The Cliffs rise up to 700 feet and range on for about 5 miles on the Atlantic side. You can almost see the Carolina’s- not really but the views are fantastic though the winds could blow you out to sea.
After we made sure we took in as many views of the Cliff’s as we could handle wrapped in our wooly hats, Kris and I got back into the car to make our way through the Burren towards Galway. We stayed in a small inn above a restaurant/ pub a few miles north of Galway on the bay.
If you looked closely through the mist you could see the Aran Islands which is where we were heading out for the next morning on a Cessna from the Connemara Airport. To be more exact the island we visited is Inis Mor- one of three islands that make up the Aran Islands but more about that part of the trip tomorrow.
Till next time,