Katie and I arrived safe in Dublin on Sunday and met up with the girls from NYC; Lisa, Amy, Ann,Laura and Lauren whose actually not American but from some horrible place called Manchester, gooo France!
So far I have learned that Irish men cannot handle their liquor and they all want to marry you. We got picked up almost immediately by the table of boys next to us so I challenged Dave to a chugging contest. The loser had to take their shirt off and run around the bar quacking like a duck. Who do you think won?
It was hilarious and the bartender wasnt even going to kick us out until he asked Dave to return his shirt to his body and got told to 'feck off'.
The next day we headed to the Guiness Factory then took a horse drawn carriage back to Temple Bar and when we ran out of cheesy touristy things to do we headed to the pub, cause really what else is there to do in Dublin!
Who gave the blondes the map??
Tuesday we rented two cars, the one I'm driving we call the Cuisenart because its tiny and silver and when it reaches speads over 50 k's an hour it shakes so violently I practically cannot hold the stearing wheel.
We headed south to County Tipperary and visted The Rock of Cashel. Its a ginormous limestone rock with an immense castle and graveyard on top. The views were amazing.
The driving, although very frightening, is gorgeous. We stop along the way to take pictures of the beautiful scenery, which will put us in Shannon by next month since everything is so fucking beautiful.
Until that is we got to a waterfall in Killarney National Park and the sun dissapeared and it began to viciously hail for some ungodly reason.
We made the long haul over to Glengarrith and had an entire floor of a hostel to ourselves where we proceeded to drink wine by the gallons and piss off the people on every other floor.
After Glengarrith we drove up to Killarney in County Kerry were we are staying until tomorrow. And you'll be happy to hear we have actually been quite active, sure we're still in the pub everynight but when in Rome!
Lauren and Ann came down with a cold which may or may not have been caused by the Super Virus I have been harvesting since New Zealand. The rest of us went horseback riding, it was so fun but muscles in my thighs that have never ever been used before are now screaming at me.
Today we spent the day as cheesy tourists again and hired a tour bus to drive the Ring of Kerry, stopping along the way to see panoramic views, stone churches, and beautiful lakes all of which would have been amazing if it werent 30 degrees and raining sideways.
Typical Irish house 100 years ago which was ironically much nicer than the hostel we are in at the moment:
On the bus someone thought it would be funny to scrape letters off the window, creating 'Virgin Exit' instead of 'Emergency Exit'. The girls got a giant surprise when I asked, what do you think it means, why would they have an exit for virgins? I literally thought their heads would fall off laughing at me.
Guess I'll have to find another way out!
-Posted by Tracy
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