Waiting for Gail
Visitors pay a couple bucks to climb up to the top of the ruins of this decrepit meaningless castle where they bend over backyards hanging on for dear life over a precipitous drop in order to castle a moldy, worn old stone. The Irish think this is a great joke and laugh at the dopey tourists that feel they have to perform this task. I even heard someone say that Irish kids used to sneak into the castle at night and peed on the stone. Needless to say, Gail had to perform this rite for the second time. I sat with Gail's mom down below and watched the fun. The spot for this tourist ripoff is that upper widow on the side that angles away from my location, on the left side.