woah there ballydavid

THEY CLOSED THE TOWN BECAUSE THEY RAN OUT OF FOOD??!!!!

Starting to learn some of subtle differences between the sticks of America and the sticks of the Irish countryside. That first sentence is definetely an absoulte that we were not only in a small town, but that after a very rainy hike along the shore (which honestly, I kind of enjoyed) that we were going to have to be crafty getting to a pub of some kind.

Today was the shortest day of our trek, with an estimated 12K down (I think), although the weather did get rainy. Walking along the shoreline in the constant rain was rather enjoyable, actually, and I think that I may do it soon in the states shortly after returning.

And oh, I should probably take this moment to interject taht the town that we are staying in tonight, which is called Ballydavid, is not actually out of food, but according to our (superbly nice) hostess, that's what happenned last week here.

So Pam and I were drying out our skivies, (amoung our sweatshirts, socks and shoes) when our hostess said that the nearest pub was about 4 miles down the road. Now, normally, this wouldn't be a huge deal, (and lord knows the walk back would be much, much easier after a few libiations) but...not necessarily the thing you want to hear on day 5 of a walking trek. You kinda want to just be able to meander a few blocks at most and drink and eat to the heart's content.

Currently, I am sitting in the (very red) sitting room of our bed and breakfast sipping on tea and listening to another guest, talk about how he's been around the world. He told us lively tales of getting in fights in Toronto and stealing formula's and then going to Spain with them. Sounds kinda cool, and I was really digging it until Pam told me to take a shower. Alright.

So our wonderfully super-gracious hostess agreed to drive us to the pub, (and the guys, who were staying in a B&B down the road also did the same) and we joined up for some pub grub and some drinky drinks.

Reader, it is time for me to tell you about the ever-bazaar experience of riding in a car that operates in the exact opposite way that you expect it to. Taking tight turns at like 50km/h....35mph may not seem like an incredible feat, but when it's on the opposite side of your expectations, it's bound to make anyone squirm while rounding a hairpin curve.