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Published: June 30th 2010
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Kilrush bay view
Looking out into the marina and into the bay. I think these are the equivalent of the American use of “great” or “fine.” Well, as I mentioned previously, the grass pollen was just making me miserable and so we got up early and headed to Kilrush to find a pharmacy to try and get something for my hay fever and get breakfast. The pharmacy visit was a success - the breakfast was not. I was hoping to have my first “Irish breakfast” experience. Ummmm...I got white toast and poached type of eggs and very salty bacon. I couldn't get beyond a couple of bites.
We headed to the grocery store and stocked up on food supplies. On the way home we took a different route and came upon a small railroad museum. In the 1800s there was a narrow gauge rail line that connected Kilrush and other towns in the west Shannon region. After it fell into disuse a historical society took on the task of restoring the old station and an engine. They give tourists short rides on the rail now. We stopped there and took a quick look around. The little station is now a museum and has been restored to what it would have looked like when
View From the Quay
Towards the town center. it was in operation.
As soon as we arrived back at the apartment I proceeded to whip up some breakfast. Ahhh...fried eggs - over medium, fried potatoes, spicy sausage, and...espresso! That's right, we brought a mini moka with us and our fave brand of Italian coffee (Lavazza). I just can't function without my shot of espresso. It was lovely...downright fecking grand...I would say.
Since we are on holiday we then proceeded to lounge about for a while. We worked in a couple of naps before we got ambitious and went out again. We decided to go for a walk and I found a suggested walk online for the area around the village of Doonbeg. We drove to Doonbeg and took a look around searching for the signpost of the trailhead. We drove down to the beach and found an old tower. One can also see the tower that is at the edge of Doonbeg. Pirates and marauders were quite a problem. Looting and pillaging must have been quite lucrative in those days; sorta like being a politician in Congress today.
We located the trailhead and a map of the walk. One walk was 4 hrs long and the second was
Kilrush church
It dominates the view from the harbor. 2 hrs long. As I said, we're on holiday so we went on a 45 minute walk instead. Afterward we headed to dinner at a pub/restaurant in Dooonbeg. It was lovely...downright fecking grand...I would say.
We ate at The Igoe Inn. I think that Comethefeck Inn would be far more clever. Hee hee hee...sometimes I just crack me up! Anyhoo, I highly recommend The Igoe Inn. I explained to the young waitress how I wanted my dinner experience and she understood. We started off with two appetizers. One was a smoked salmon platter and the other was crab legs in garlic butter. The only fault I could find was the onions on the smoked salmon. What the feck is that? We also had a lovely bottle of Gewurztraminer wine (Alsace) which was quite grand.
While we munched on our appetizers we got to watch gaa football on the large screen tv. It was Fermanagh against Cavan county. I asked the waitress which county we should be rooting for and she said “Clare.” The Irish...they're so fecking witty :-)
The game of gaa football is highly entertaining. There is continual action, very few interruptions, people getting knocked about, all the players
Priest cemetery
in the church yard...this seems to be the practice. get to handle the ball, and plenty of scoring. This is a highly athletic game as it requires difficult skills. For example, in American football the placekicker attempts field goals with a stationary ball placement. In this game, the players attempt goals or field goals while on a dead run, meanwhile, the opponents are trying to knock them down or strip them of the ball. Some of the kicks are booming long distance attempts. It's a fecking grand game!
The game concluded with Fermanagh winning. Yayyyy! The waitress came to check in on us to see if we were ready to have our entrees. We were and she went back to report back to her mum.
Beth had sole and I had Atlantic salmon in lemon butter. There was an accompanying dish of vegetables (potatoes, broccoli, and cauliflower) with our entrees. My salmon was excellent. The sole was interesting in that there were two portions and one tasted better than the other. The veggies were completely overcooked but is consistent with my dining experiences in Great Britain, so perhaps it is how they eat their veggies.
While we were waiting for our entrees a World Cup soccer match began. As
The Toucans
The toucan is the popular symbol for Guinness beers..."two cans"...get it? if on cue several locals came into the pub. It was England vs the USA. Grand! As the match started underway I perceived the crowd to be rooting for the USA. England scored in first few minutes and the crowd was dismayed. Fortunately the USA came right back and scored when the English goalie (Green) allowed the ball to slip through his hands. One of the locals commented loudly on the replay “You're welcome to come and play against Ireland anytime Mr. Green.” As I said, the Irish, they're so fecking witty.
The Irish use feck as an adjective, adverb, verb, and possibly a noun. They use this term liberally and generally. So, when in Rome...I always fecking say.
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