Dia dhuit from Ireland!
It’s a Thursday afternoon, we’ve just arrived in Killarney and I’m standing in front of a really cute clock on the station platform. I’ts only 2:30 p.m and I’ve already been awake ten and a half hours.
I decide at that moment that 4 a.m is not my hour. In fact, I make a promise to myself that I’m going to spend the rest of my life avoiding it like the plague, only ever making the odd exception for something important like a visit from the Queen.
The air is fresh and clean, the weather is better than expected (grey but no rain in sight) and a taxi driver pulls up out of nowhere, ready to drive us to our B & B, which is coincidentally in the middle of nowhere on an unnamed road. After ten minutes of praying that the taxi driver would be able to find his way on the little information we gave him, we finally make it to the door of our home for the next five days.
Cue abandoned suitcases and a trip to the nearest pub, Jarvey’s Rest, in which an Irish barman (whom I shall name John the Legend, purely because I didn’t have a chance to catch his name) quoted Homer Simpson at us; ’24 hours in a day, 24 beers in a crate’.
Yep, we’d made it to Ireland.
Then came our first trip to SPAR (it’s an unspoken fact that this shop will become your best friend the moment you step foot on Irish turf) and two things dawned on me that night;
- I was not prepared for how far away everything is. Want to quickly pop down to the town and grab a coffee? Want to buy yourself a bottle of wine for the evening? Well get your hiking boots on and get ready for a 40 minute walk. At least.
- Maybe we should have done the smart thing and brought the car.
But you live and learn, especially after deciding to just walk the hour and twenty minute walk to Killarney town centre.
I’d like to say it’s sunny and that you’ll get a good tan, but that would be dishonest of me. The sun does make an appearance but blink and you’ll probably miss it. In fact, you know you’ve really made it to Ireland when you look out of your window, take in the low lying fog, fast approaching rain clouds and grey skies, ready to start your tour around the Ring of Kerry and your B & B host happily declares “At least you have good weather for it”.
But, lack of Mediterranean weather aside, Ireland is everything you thought it would be and more and you’ll 100% want to come back because oh my god, rain or shine, fog or clear skies, it is still so beautiful!
Don’t believe me? Here are some Polaroids to prove it.
When you’re in Ireland, you expect bad weather, but don’t consider it a negative. We did our tour of the Ring of Kerry on a wet, foggy day, meaning that when we were high up in the mountains, at times we were unable to see more than a few feet in front of us. Did that matter? No. The scenery was still dreamy, and pictures where still taken.
But if you really can’t stomach being out in the bad weather then I’ll pass on some wise words from the one and only Shawn O’Sullivan (our amazing driver and tour guide of the Ring of Kerry) who claims that on wet days, ‘There are only two things to do in Ireland. Stay in bed or go to the pub. And it costs too much to stay in bed’.
Truly words and pictures will never give this place justice. You could visit the National Park every day for a week, take a picture of Lough Leane (the lake) in the same place every day but just with a different shade of weather in the background and still be able to enjoy it as though you’d seen it for the first time.
Still don’t believe me? Then you should really come for yourself.
Wish you were here!
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