Having long wanted to visit Ireland, the opportunity finally arose in an unfortunate way.  One must visit in summer, while usually in summer this “one” must also go to Maui windsurfing.  This year in March, a fire destroyed my condominium on Maui, thwarting my visit there, hence Ireland.

 

Thursday, June 13, 13

Seems like I got up in LA and am going to bed in Ireland.  Flying into Shannon was a very impressive sight with many farm fields of odd shapes in luxurious green and manicured with stone walls buried in hedge rows surrounding them.  One expects the well known city of Shannon with Ireland’s second international airport to be comparable to Dublin, but instead it consists of one shopping mall and the airport, miniscule compared to nearby unknown Ennis.   Delta made my connection so close at JFK that I just barely made it and my bag didn’t.  Fortunately am learning and packed the carry on to cover – and when we arrived in Shannon the baggage agent was already aware and taking steps to track and retrieve – not as complicated as an India-Bhutan scenario a couple years earlier!  After getting my car I got a SIM card for the phone, drove to Ennis and got a room, then went to explore Bunratty Castle.  Ennis is a squeaky clean and neat little village typically European with narrow streets …….. nowhere to pull off and read maps etc.  Glad I’ve added a working Garmin.  Trying hard to not be an Ugly American, but nothing works in my room, TV, bathroom lights, reading lights, heat, any place to sit down and use a computer, the Wi-Fi all don’t work or are inadequate. But the room does have beautiful and elegant marble and hardwood appointments. The SIM card provides voice phone, but is expensive at €0.35/min($0.47/min), better than T-Mobile $1.49/min roaming – caller only pays – data is more, my # 087 390 7562 (Ireland country code 353).

Friday, June 14, 13

Drove north through a lot of County Clare through the Burren area and visited the Burren Center at Kilanora.   Also went to the Cliffs of Moher, Ireland’s most popular tourist sight which are cliffs that rival ours at home around Palos Verdes, actually prettier because of the moisture and green vegetation adorning them.  Speaking of moisture, my mile hike to view the cliffs was in a cold rain, but fortunately the Atlantic air was clear for good viewing.  Returned to Ennis and had dinner at The Cloister. Shannon photos:[1]

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Saturday, June 15, 13

After spending the night in Ennis, I drove to the Dingle Peninsula, once reported by National Geographic as the “most beautiful place on earth.”  Well it is pretty nice.  Hundreds of small sheep pastures carved into small odd shapes by stone walls (fences) over grown by greenery strewn over the rolling hills reaching down to the sea.  Searching out a sheep farmer in a pub because there were none in the fields, I learned that wool is currently nearly worthless so the sheep are being raised to meat – lamb and/or mutton – the pub farmers didn’t seem that credible to me.  Both here and in the Burren where I saw lots of cattle yesterday, nothing is grown but grass, some of which is harvested into silage for winter feeding.  But notably no corn or grains that always supplement the diet of American livestock at some stage.  Apparently these animals live their whole life on grass.  Much of my trip around the peninsula was in rain, so I missed the Ryan’s Daughter school house, Robert Mitchum’s house and the really neat ramp to the sea at Slea Head.

The Irish people are extremely helpful and friendly in general.  When I was pulled off the road in the rain in the countryside studying maps trying to find where I was and where I was going, a passing girl jogger opened the car door and offered to help.   Problem is they can’t help that much in directions as nothing has an address over here – so they start telling you it’s the second yellow building past the white church ………!  Several B&B’s I have called insist they have no address better than “Kilrush Road” or the like and everyone knows where – well I don’t!   And my Garmin street navigator is doing just great here in Ireland, but it doesn’t understand that stuff I try to put in about white churches.

The Irish eat potatoes.  I was noticing where I ate tonight that every item is “served on a bed of mashed,” that’s potatoes, with a side of chips,” that’s potatoes too!, and a salad – thankfully.  I haven’t seen any potatoes growing yet, and when I asked, was told they get a lot from Spain and the Canary Islands.   Circling the Dingle Peninsula I saw many of the 1/2 million sheep reputed to be here.  Wool is only 0.30/lb, maybe 4 lb of wool from a sheep, so they are raised only for lamb and mutton slaughter at present.  Typical farm size is about 50 acres still family owned growing nothing but grass and sheep.  Corporate farming has not moved in like in the US yet.  But many farmers have found ways to supplement their income with tourist businesses, like fencing off the ancient stone forts, or other buildings and charging admission to see, or selling baked pastries in the kitchen, or running a B&B in the farm house.  I visited Dunbeg Fort today and the Blasket Island people museum – they’re making a big deal about these people, I didn’t get it.  Was quite windy, cold, and rainy much of the day.  Dingle photos:

Monday, June 17, 13

After spending too much of this fine sunny day driving from Dingle to Killarney and search out a Vodaphone store (sometimes the helpful Irish will tell you where something is even if they don’t know), I finally got around to being tourist again.  Of course the Dingle Peninsula part of the drive in the nice weather was a beautiful experience.  At Killarney National Park I toured Muckross (pig peninsula) House with its 32 bedrooms and 65 chimneys.  Queen Victoria was a guest here in 1861, the house is an interesting tour with a good history, and later donated to the state as the basis of Killarney National Park.  Then The Muckross Abbey and Ross Castle.   Many castles are closer to a ruin, but Ross is very well preserved, restored, and has lots of 14th, 15th century furniture.  It is smaller with about 15 residents in addition to guard soldiers and servants and a good example of how the medieval tribal leader (war lord?) lived.

Tuesday I began the drive round the Ring of Kerry (and Ring of Shellig) --- after going back to the Vodaphone shop in attempt to work out more problems with my Ireland phone.  The Dingle Peninsula is mostly green rolling hills, while Kerry is low mountains with lots or exposed rock and lots of green, but much rougher and “Camelot” wooded terrain. http://wikitravel.org/en/Ring_of_Kerry .  Visited a prehistoric rock ring fort, Staigue Ring Fort, then got a nice B&B at Waterville.  There are quit a number of small motor homes around but seemingly few places to go with them.  Today I did come across an RV park on a Kerry beach, but in several hundred miles this is the first – so where do they go?  The roads are all quite narrow with no shoulder and a stone wall rising 5 – 10 feet just a couple feet from the pavement, so no place to pull off even for a moment usually.

Wednesday, June 19, 13

Up early to drive the Skellig Ring and catch a boat out to small rock of an island that rises high out of the water with a centuries old monastery on top, Skellig Michael.  On the drive back to Killarney for the night, I found my second camping ground, called Caravan Parks in Ireland (reminiscent of Australia where I visited many), and pulled in to learn a bit.  To my surprise the first two campers I approached were from across the “ocean” and brought their small motor homes with them on a ferry, the first from Czech Republic, and the other from Great Britton.  I could speak to the latter and he showed me a map where there are a lot of camp grounds across Ireland that provide hook-up facilities to motor home or trailer camping.

 

Seems a lesson I have to re-learn on many trips is that the adventure is not what you expect in anticipation of the trip.  Rather, the real adventure is solving the many daily challenges presented trying to function in the new environment, learning to drive on the wrong side, trouble with the language, how to get money, phones that don’t work, bathrooms with a sink the size of a cooking pot, or bathrooms the size of a cooking pot.  Everything is different and difficult and takes a LOT of time that seems wasted until you start to recognize this is all part of the challenge of travel.  I have been back to the Vodafone store in a couple cities a couple times to try sorting out the comedy of errors. Every little task is a challenge when traveling on your own ……. Guess that’s what OAT does for me on some trips I have taken with them.

Thursday, driving from Killarney to the south of Ireland one leg is Kenmare to Bantry. On this leg I got off the primary route and found myself on Priest’s Leap.  It was raining and foggy as I rose in altitude limiting visibility to about 100 ft.  The “road” became a single lane track with grass in the center and on the west side the mountain dropped sharply, on the east was a wash with no place to allow another car to pass.  As this went on for many miles my concern of meeting another car, or just finding a place where the track was washed out not allowing me to proceed and no place to turn – and of course the 100 ft visibility, was amplified.  I knew the rain was causing me to take a lot of risk, and preventing me from enjoying the huge green slopes and valleys dotted with white sheep.  Only after the trip I found that this place is known to the world as Priest’s Leap - here there’s a brief slide show of the scenes I missed in the fog.  After some unfortunate false starts I got an excellent B&B with a superb view of the Atlantic bay in Schull.  The first I looked at, Sea View, was very nice with a great sea view from far up the hill above town, but I rejected for a better rate.  After looking at several others, far inferior, I went back, but Sea View was gone for the night.  Now I’m in trouble and it’s getting late, but looking and calling several places not doing well.  Then I called Rock Hill House B&B, it is by far the best B&B I have found yet in Ireland, on a small hill right by the water with a beautiful view of the bay and surrounding island, and would you believe I can see the famous Fastnet lighthouse on a rock right around the corner from the yard.  Spacious bathroom, heat, and also Cornelia makes the best breakfast and the stuff she calls streaky? bacon is just like ours!  The Irish bacon is ham like we call Canadian bacon, while I am being told our familiar bacon is called “rasher bacon” by the Irish. Kerry photos:

Farming, farming everywhere, but just one crop – grass.  (If you are not interested in farming jump to the next paragraph where I’ll tell you about spacecraft flight control!) Though sometimes they make the grass into hay and sometimes silage.   There are lots of very large tractors I often see traveling at high speed on the highways, but seems to me little to do with them as the sheep and cattle harvest most of the grass – in contrast to China where there’s lots of varied crops but it’s hard to find a small tractor.  Later I learned that most large farm machinery is owned and operated by contractors, had lunch with one, who go from farm to farm on hire.  The Irish farmers do have an approach to silage unseen in the US.  It is cut and bound into large rolls, 4 ft diameter by 4 ft long, probably weighing 500 lbs, like the modern hay bail in US.  But silage must be sealed from the air, so a machine comes along, picks up the roll and rotates it simultaneously about a horizontal and a vertical axis, while a sheet of plastic film is being spooled off, wrapping the silage in an air-tight cover, then kicks it off in the field again.

The drive on Friday was from Schull to Kinsale along the south coast and through more farming country.  In the village of Timoleague is quaint but large Abbey in a state of partial restoration.  In Kinsale Charles Fort is an excellent restoration of a fort that saw service to Ireland from the 1500’s to the early 20th century.  Also visited Desmond Castle which was used to house American POW’s in the Revolutionary War, according to the resident guide.

Seems like the main commercial activity of all Ireland is tourism.  Everybody who have found a stone on edge has assigned some great Bronze Age significance to it and begun charging admission.  Farmers charge to go to the top of the hill or to hear their dog bark.  I have caught myself approaching New Ross in Wexford County just when they are having the 50th anniversary of President John Kennedy’s visit, the 1st visit of a US sitting President to Ireland.  Last week was the G8 Economic Conference in Belfast which brought the Obama family to Ireland.

Saturday, June 22, 13

I left Kinsale mid-morning for a long day of touring.  At Cork, Blarney Castle, Stone, House, and Gardens, probably the most famous Irish landmark outside of Ireland.  I was impressed with Blarney House which seems to be in the generation of but far surpasses the mansions of Natchez and the old south in opulence and collection of artistic decor.   Claim is the owner, Sir Charles Colthurst, still lives there.  I don’t understand why he lets tourists wander through at €3.5 each for the couple hundred per day he must get.  Along the way to Cashel I detoured to Cahir Castle and Swiss Cottage. By chance at Cashel, I got a room at Rockville House, just a short walk from the Rock.   After getting this room I learned it’s recommended by my Rick Steve’s Ireland guidebook and run by a humorous guy, Patrick.  Rounded out the day by taking the guided tour of Rock of Cashel, one more old impressive church on a commanding hill.

Cork photos:

 

 

Sunday morning breakfast was fun dealing with Patrick’s humor, thought the food was average or less.  Then off to Kilkenny and Kilkenny Castle[2].  This is much more modern than most, used into the 20th century and restored with many of the fine furnishing, 600 paintings and many fine pieces of art.   Then St. Mary’s Church at Gowan, and Jerpoint Abbey at Thomastown.  From Thomastown I set out to find the Elizabethan manor house at Carrick-on-Suir.  Getting there was another trip for miles on a road so narrow the weeds were brushing my small car on both sides, with only ocational turn-outs to pass traffic, fortunately there was none.  Arriving at Carrick-on-Suir, none of the locals knew about the manor house.  But when I finally found it, it turned out to be a very interesting place.  The Butler’s were big around Ireland in the 14th and 15th centuries, having lived in and owned both Blarney House and Kilkenny Castle as well as many others around, including the manor house I sought.  Turns out it is also known as Ormand Castle.   The front of this castle is frequently featured in the recent PBS movie The Tudors.  Then I learned that Margaret Butler married William Boleyn and so became the grandmother of Anne Boleyn.  Apparently if is not known where Anne Boleyn was born, but some say right here in Ormand Castle!  Surely soon I will have enough castles, but ……….. on to Waterford for the night.  Monday morning toured the small Waterford Crystal factory at Waterford, they have several in Europe.  Nobody there knows about hemispherical resonator gyros, or even the ringing vibration of a wine glass it seems.  Very impressive crystal though, heavy doping with lead makes it stronger than just glass, resistant to breakage and chipping.  When I asked why they don’t make many of the pieces with complex cutting and grinding patterns with Computer Numerical Control (CNC) machines, she told me they do and showed me a machine working, but they are not as popular because customers want to say their vase or bowl is “hand made.”

Waterford photos:

Also climbed Reginald’s Tower, and Ballyhack Castle, then drove on to Enniskerry, a suburb nestled in the Wicklow Mountains near Dublin.  Tuesday I went to Glendalough (Glen da lock), a well preserved Monastic complex to the south in the mountains, as is Enniskerry.  Then too a local bus from Enniskerry to do Dublin in a day!   The city tour bus dropped me at Trinity College to see the Book of Kells and their famous and very old library with book stacked on shelves 15 ft high a ladders to get up there,   They say people read these centuries old books – I wonder.   Also Guinness brewery and Kilmainham Gaol.  Dublin photos:

Wednesday, June 26, 13

Trim, Tara, and Newgrange, the latter two a couple pre-historic burial sites, on the way to Northern Ireland.  Two guys, Hamilton and Montgomery, came over from Scotland 400 years ago and started the place long called Ulster, now Northern Ireland.  I guess this was before there was an Ireland too ……just a collection of fiefdoms until Oliver Cromwell came raging through in 1650.

Getting away from the motorway, I hugged the coast stopping finally at Donaghdee (don-a-ga-dee). Mostly farming country, maybe appearance like Pennsylvania but crops very different – still only grass and some barley.  We leaned at yesterday’s Guinness visit that Ireland grows a lot of barley and Guinness gets two thirds of it.  So far in Northern Ireland there are “zero” B&Bs – had to stay in a hotel.  Rick Steves says that Ireland is the most expensive country to visit in the EU, I have nothing to compare.  But he also says gasoline and other stuff is cheaper in Northern Ireland, I am finding opposite.  Switching from euros, my hotel is £50 ($1.57/£).  Thursday:  On the 3rd day of a particular scenic drive, previously Dingle Peninsula and Priest’s Leap, today I am diving the north shore of Northern Ireland, Giant’s Causeway, and it’s crumby rainy weather.   Stopped in down town Belfast to see the Titanic Quarter and the 4 story exhibit telling the life, and death, story of the Titanic which was built at this location.  Then to Ballycastle and along the north shore causeway drive, stopping at the rope bridge of Carrick-a-Rede.  Giant’s Causeway, so called because similar rock formations are on a line joining the Ireland and Scotland coasts with geologists implying they once formed a causeway between the two.  The rock formations are identical to Devil’s Post Pile in the Mammoth area of California.  I did get a very nice seashore cliffs hike at both the bridge and the causeway, the ladder reminiscent of Ngorongoro on a tiny scale.  The Irish have turned “everything” into a tourist attraction and they talk so fast sometimes you can’t tell they are using English.

Belfast photos:

Friday, June 28, 13

This morning I drove into Londonderry, found a I place to park free and hiked a short distance to the wall.  I circumnavigated the wall on foot which takes you past a number of the city’s landmarks, cathedrals, library, museum and the Millennial Center.  This is claimed as the only remaining walled city in the EU.  Isn’t Prague in the EU?    Only saw the new Peace Bridge from a distance.  Later, reading about the bridge, I am really disappointed that I didn’t get up close and cross it.  This bridge is in the shape of an “S” and supported solely by two cantilevered towers in a very unusual and clever way.  Not much technically on the internet, but seems to be a pedestrian only bridge.  Afterwards drove north to the extreme of Ireland.  The shoreline is not really attractive as it is mostly tidelands where the tides ebb and recede over log distances leaving big mud flats.  Did find one attractive beach in the extreme north with two brave soles swimming it the 9ºC (48ºF) water!  Rarely do I see any evidence of poverty.  There are many new homes in the country side that look very elegantly constructed with a lot of stone work, concrete and quality stucco – these might stand out in most southern California housing tracts.   Who lives there?  Although I have observed this pretty much all over Ireland, today in particular these where high up on the Inshowen Peninsula where there are only the usual small farms and a little fisheries.  Far too many fine homes too far from any evident employment – surely not retirement or vacation homes?  Since the farms are small, there is always a farm house in sight, but there is no urban sprawl[3], lots of open countryside. Picked up a hitchhiker thinking the conversation would help explain, but he wasn’t talking much, I wasn’t understanding much and he smelled terribly of cigarettes.   Went on to Letterkenny where I thought to spend the night – but there seemed no B&B’s available because of some local “events.”   Decided to drive on toward Glenties.  Sometimes at 5:30 pm and I still don’t know where I am going to sleep the situation becomes a nail biter trying places that have no room or not finding any places.  This was the case tonight as 6 pm approached and all the way to Glenties I saw nothing.  However, got a nice place on arriving and there seem to be several choices in this small town nestled below the beautiful green Blue Stack Mountains.

Londonderry photos:  Saturday morning I drove west in County Donegal.   The scenery is 1500 ft mountains devoid of any trees, covered with emerald green velvet grass and moss, dotted white with sheep and streaked with small streams and occasional waterfalls.   Visited cold foggy beaches at Malin Beg.  Stopped on the return at a little village, Drumreagh, to ask questions but learned little from an adult couple except that at 1 pm the guy was late for his “pint” and in a hurry.  I wonder that Australia can have the highest per capita beer consumption – I’m having 2 pints a day myself.  Couple early teens, brother and older sister, did better but couldn’t tell me much about sheep farming.  I was wrong about the poverty!  I asked “What do your parents do?” hoping they were farmers.  She replied “Nothing.”  To which I said, “How do you live, buy clothes, and food and that soccer ball you are carrying”   He replied, “The government.”   “Do you have a computer at home?”   She replied, “Yes, but we only use it to play DVD’s, we have no internet.”  I soon learned that most of the people out in that area are on some sort of government support.  But where does the government get the money in this country where taxes are so low that Steve Jobs and now Tim Cook are accused of harboring much of Apple’s profits because taxes are low?  Later I stopped at an ocean side town Killybegs (Killy Begs?) where big time fishing goes on – there they told me that most who are not fishing are on government assistance.  Went out on the docks and chatted with a serious fisherman for half an hour.  The EU will only allow fishing about half the year to avoid fish depletion.  They go out from Killybegs to fish the north Atlantic and North Sea for several months, calling on the port of highest price every couple weeks in Norway, Sweden, UK, Ireland, Denmark to unload their catch of mackerel, herring, haddock, - all net fish.  The boats are several times as large as any fishing boat I ever saw before and look well equipped and in good condition.  Two boats tow a net about 300 x 500 ft in dimension.  Donegal photos:   I then drove on to Sligo, home of a well-known poet named Yeats, and spending the night nearby at Ballysadare in the Seashore House B&B – another of those seashores with far receding tide that leaves a big mud field.  This is in competition for my worst, lady wouldn’t turn on the heat, sink water was lukewarm ……..   All have been adequate, and many quite nice.  Main issues are poor lighting for reading, computer, etc., and no heat – they think it’s summer here.  I might add, they talk too fast and eat with the wrong hand.  Sunday morning rain and fog again but I drove west to the Ballycroy National Park area through the Nephin Beg Mountains and made the best of it.  There’s a lot of sod (peat) cutting in this area and I was trying to learn about how it originates and is harvested.  It is really dead vegetation that is sinking in a wet area, bog, for 100 years or so.  I am starting to call it “almost coal” because if undisturbed for another 10,000 years it would be coal and it seems to serve the same purpose.  At one point I drove off on a side lane and was exploring a farm yard.  An old lady came out and when she wasn’t getting my questions answered her son Frankie showed up.  He soon said, “Too cold out here, come in the house.”  He was right, so we did.  He, his mother, and his son Michael (really the Gaelic version that I can’t remember), were very welcoming and I spent about an hour with them learning more details about farming, peat, and their life.  They had a stove in the tiny house, this was the mother’s house who lives alone, that resembles the coal stove I can remember from my mother’s kitchen in Pennsylvania, but in this one the burned sod (peat).  Frankie confirmed the small size of typical Irish farms saying his is about 100 acres, but also adding that most farms are distributed, 20 acres here, another 50 across the way, etc. – not a contiguous strip of land – typically inherited from disperse family members!  The bogs are also a valuable inherited piece of property.  Tonight I moved farther south below Westport, across the border into County Galway and stopped in a heavenly little village called Leenane.  It’s on a fjord about 8 miles in from the Atlantic surrounded by those velvet mountains I described above, except that here the velvet is occasionally ripped open by some weathered rocks.  Above the fjord the Erriff River flows down, and the salmon are running up right now – lot of fishermen here.  Finished off the evening at a local pub where there was pick-up Irish music and best, some pretty good cloggers giving us an impromptu Riverdance.  I see about 4 motor homes dry-camping down by the waterfront parking area here in Leenane.   People go anywhere in Europe apparently, I’ve seen them with Czech, France, Denmark, license.  Sligo photos:

Monday, July 1, 13

Drove the Connemara loop, returning through Cong and Galway to Kinavara for the night’s B&B.  Some good scenery, some average.  A lot looks like being just above the tree line in the Sierras, though it’s between sea level and about 2 – 3,000 ft.   First day in several with NO rain.  Typically for the last week it’s raining lightly early morning with fog, then changes hour by hour through the day from this to sunny then rain again, then gets clear and mostly sunny in late afternoon and evening.  Connemara National Park Visitor Center has a nice tutorial about turf, how it’s formed and harvested.  Kylemore Abbey is really elaborate in a beautiful setting on lake edge – I didn’t go in.  Gravitating back toward Shannon and spent the night in Kinvarra near Galway.  Conemara photos:

Ireland cities, excepting Dublin and maybe Belfast, are all rather small and easy to get around, though streets are narrow and stopping is harder due to no parking.  The locals park any way anywhere, as I am learning to do.  My little Fiat 500 is perfect for this, smaller than a VW bug, lots of pep, a tight turning radius and power steering that responds to a finger’s touch so is very easy to park and maneuver in all the tight European style city streets. I drove it 2,100 miles getting around the entire country.  There is no graffiti and essentially no trash anywhere. Tuesday, my last day in Ireland, so I drove south to Bunratty near the airport.  Along the way visited the prehistoric “portal tomb” Poulnabrone Dolmen in the Burren then roamed around Ennis, Limerick, and Adare a bit.

 

 

 



[1] A note about photos.  I am placing a link to shared Google photos related to each geographical area.   There are too many but hopefully the reader can choose to indulge as many or few or none, as he and his giga byte limit will accommodate.

[2] Castle life had it’s inconveniences if you believe the guides.  Beds are too short for a tall person to lie down which they say is because no one wanted to: women didn’t want to disturb their hair-do and men  wore a wooden plank clamp arrangement over the beard to keep it pointy, which made lying down uncomfortable.  To show they were rich and didn’t work in the fields women wore some pasty gook on their faces to block the sun and keep them white.  This contained lead or arsenic or the like and slowly pocked the face making them ugly.  Everybody in the castle ate and drank from high lead content pewter, hence were slowly poisoned, dying at a young age.

[3] The population of Northern and Republic of Ireland together is about 6 million (190 mi2) while California has 37 million (217 mi2).  These density numbers do not portray the appearance …….. perhaps because California has so much barren mountains and desert while in Ireland the distribution is more uniform.