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Day 49 Doonbeg – Dingle, Ireland

Wednesday 31 August 2016

sunny 18 °C

Saying goodbye to the Trump Castle was a bit sad as it is such a beautiful spot. We stocked up on shampoo, conditioner and body wash and were off after a beautiful breakfast looking out at the Atlantic. Our heading was south towards Kilkee to see their cliffs as a guy at the pro shop said they were better than Moher. They looked pretty good but it was raining and we had a big trip ahead of us so no walk here.
Suri thought we should take a ferry today so we turned that option off and we headed back up towards Ennis and for the third time, roared down that freeway this time exiting at Limerick. I had hoped to have a look at the town centre here but after fuelling up, we missed the turn so we headed out. We were meant to go south towards Tralee but Suri took us west, the coastal route. I realised too late as to what she had us doing. It turned out better as we made a detour and Ross got to see Ballybunnion Golf Course on the west coast. Our course was set for Tralee Golf Course and we wondered why the sat nav kept trying to take us westward. It turned out that Tralee Golf Course was actually quite a way north west of the city of Tralee – a beautiful spot indeed. We grabbed a cup of tea and scone there and headed off for Dingle on the Dingle Peninsula.
Thank goodness we have a map. We were being directed to take the middle track down to Dingle but I over-road this decision. I had no idea of what we would see but we knew we had to cross the mountains. The sign said Conor Pass. We were in for a treat. The pass is 1500 feet high and gets to a single lane near the steepest section. We noticed a heap of cars stopped so we pulled over too. It looked like a pile of rocks but it was actually where a glacier once sat, leaving a lake. I looked up and people were climbing up so I suggested we try. As I say, mind is willing, body not able but being determined, I made it up to see the lake. It was worth the effort. The hard part was getting down without killing ourselves but we managed.
Once we reached the top of the pass, it was a quick drive to the other side and we were in Dingle, a lovely little town. We drove around and looked at an assortment of B&Bs and finally settled on one. We had dinner at what is supposed to be the oldest pub in town. Tonight I tried crab claws and Ross tried a local fish, Tarbert, both of which were delicious but not as good as ours in Queensland.

Posted by gpric6 15:05 Archived in Ireland

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