Car Blogging
Today's entry breaks new ground, cell phone blogging from the N62 in the farmlands of Ireland.
The trip over was quick and simple. I was expecting it to be Dantean, given the hundreds of screaming, sugar charged children in the waiting area, a clamor that brought Chinese airports to mind. But they ended up in the middle of the plane and I was in the back. So it was a peaceful ride.
We arrived on time and my bag, as always, was the last off the plane. I exited the airport into a wind driven rain and the temperature drove me to think I had brought the wrong jacket. Found my tiny car, an automatic for a change, pulled out and ran into the curb at the exit booth, a tradition at this point.
Off to the hotel and following a brief clean up, back into Dublin.
The weather cleared up spectacularly and we had a nice afternoon strolling around looking at the sights. We stopped at Dublin Castle, Christ Church and St. Audoen's Parish before hunting down my favorite Thai restaurant for a spicy dinner.
A good night's sleep and now we're on the road to Cashel for some history and photo ops.
The countryside here is glorious on a sunny day. We passed countless postcard field chock full of sheep, cows and spry little Irish ponies. A burning smell permeated the car for miles on end and each of us figured that our driver was burning the clutch or the brakes. It finally dawned, it was peat being burned is all the local farmhouse fire places.
We took a detour on a country lane to see if we could get closer to some castle ruins up on a hill. It turned out to be on private property, guarded by two ferocious black and white border collies who came charging and yapping down the long drive, only to melt into a puddle at my feet when they realized I was only there to scratch behind their ears. From their drive, the valley spread out bounded by some rolling green hills, the closest capped by our unattainable ruins. From here, you could see the peat smoke drifting across the fields.
So now we're barreling down the narrow 60 MPH roads heading to the next stop, the Rock of Cashel.
The trip over was quick and simple. I was expecting it to be Dantean, given the hundreds of screaming, sugar charged children in the waiting area, a clamor that brought Chinese airports to mind. But they ended up in the middle of the plane and I was in the back. So it was a peaceful ride.
We arrived on time and my bag, as always, was the last off the plane. I exited the airport into a wind driven rain and the temperature drove me to think I had brought the wrong jacket. Found my tiny car, an automatic for a change, pulled out and ran into the curb at the exit booth, a tradition at this point.
Off to the hotel and following a brief clean up, back into Dublin.
The weather cleared up spectacularly and we had a nice afternoon strolling around looking at the sights. We stopped at Dublin Castle, Christ Church and St. Audoen's Parish before hunting down my favorite Thai restaurant for a spicy dinner.
A good night's sleep and now we're on the road to Cashel for some history and photo ops.
The countryside here is glorious on a sunny day. We passed countless postcard field chock full of sheep, cows and spry little Irish ponies. A burning smell permeated the car for miles on end and each of us figured that our driver was burning the clutch or the brakes. It finally dawned, it was peat being burned is all the local farmhouse fire places.
We took a detour on a country lane to see if we could get closer to some castle ruins up on a hill. It turned out to be on private property, guarded by two ferocious black and white border collies who came charging and yapping down the long drive, only to melt into a puddle at my feet when they realized I was only there to scratch behind their ears. From their drive, the valley spread out bounded by some rolling green hills, the closest capped by our unattainable ruins. From here, you could see the peat smoke drifting across the fields.
So now we're barreling down the narrow 60 MPH roads heading to the next stop, the Rock of Cashel.
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