Got to Dingle about 12:30. First dropped off our laundry. Very strange having someone you don't know do your laundry. Exchanged the rest of our dollars for Euros, picked up lunch, and headed to the Dingle Peninsula.
The first 10ish kilometers weren't anything real special but then we hit the coast and it was incredibly gorgeous. Quite possibly some of the prettiest scenery I've seen in my life. I'd say forget the Cliffs of Moher and come here instead. Gorgeous. The only thing that stopped us from taking hundreds of pictures was the (now) mostly full memory card. Still had our Canon though and we both were using our phones (really need to stop standing next to each other and taking pictures of the same thing).
There was maybe 15 kilometers of beautiful blue ocean and green grass with occasional sheep or wildflowers. Just incredible. The last bit back to Dingle wasn't anything too special but that part on the coast was just extraordinary.
Since we've been back we've folded our laundry, watched some jubilee coverage (even Matt is interested and puts up with my "we were just there!" ever 3 minutes), went out for supper, shopped, and walked to the harbor for pictures. Matt's taking a short nap and then we're heading out to the pubs for some "trad" music and beers. It's been a pretty perfect day in Ireland.
Pictures: Matt at the best part of the drive, that coast without Matt, another part of the drive, the view I'm sitting in front of typing this, and the harbor (if that's the order they post I'm...)
2 comments:
look at you! Your becoming European! "15 Kilometers" or so.... ;-)
Haha, well England used mph and the gps always shows speed and limits in miles. But for this tour we used Rick Steve's and he based it off kilometers since that's what the car actually shows. Usually I tell Matt something like "the limit is 63 and you're going 58" even though the signs show 100 kph or whatever. Those signs are still weird to see.
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