Mat: Jeremy was back from a stint working in Angola, and was heading to Ireland to catch up with his brother Nick, and sister Cynthia. This seemed like a good opportunity to catch up with Jeremy after not seeing him for a year, and also to see a bit of Ireland.
We had four days there, but got quite sidetracked initially by the Guinness. First it was a 12 hour session at his brother's local in Loughrea. Then after heading down to Limerick to meet a second new niece, we had a remarkably big Sunday night with John, Jeremy's brother-in-law. The Irish seem reluctant to let a recession get in the way of a good
Sunday night out.
However, after two hangovers too many, and in an effort to actually see something other than the inside of Irish pubs, we decided to head towards the Burren, Connemara, and the Aran Islands.
I didn’t have a clue about what the Burren was, but figured anything preface by a “the” was well worth a look. And it was.
The name of the place originates from the Irish word “Boireann”, which means “Great rock”. Rock being the operative word. There
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