
There
were thirty-five of us plus our guide, John, a Scotchman with lots of
stories and a good sense of humor. All along he told us about the
leprechauns, the history, the battles and the plight of the Irish during
the potato famine of the 1900th century. He was extremely well informed
(especially when we arrived in Scotland). The group was mixed half and
half between US and Canadians. Most were married but there were four or
so singles. Because of all the activities it took a while to get to know
all, but we had fun comparing, chatting and jousting. Here is John
telling us how tall the leprechauns are. |
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The Ring of
Kerry is a loop road around a peninsula with a south-western view
of the Atlantic Ocean on one side and the tallest mountain range in
Ireland on the other. Here are just a few pictures as we took the "ring"
in a counter-clock-wise direction starting at Tralee. |
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There
was a brief stop in Killarney to see old cottages that are now shops.
Then it was on to Limerick, the city where, in the novel "Angela's
Ashes", Frank Mc Court's mother came from. |
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We met an Irishman named Dick,
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Then we walked across the Shannon River and visited Saint Mary's Cathedral. Back on the bus; an overnight in County Clare; followed by more driving through beautiful Galway; up to Northern Ireland.
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When we
entered the Northern Irish Republic, a road sign told us a lot of what
was going on. We were in IRA country and the city of Londonderry now
was to be Derry. A local guide took us for a walk around the old parts
and explained not only the history but was quite frank about the three
fold problems the people here face. The Protestants fight the Catholics
and they, together, fight the English dominance. Graffiti and large murals
depicted the troublesome times. |
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After we
left dreary Derry, we continued along the northern shore. As we rambled
along, we thought about the poor and stubborn people here; how they had
such a tough time, yet, wanted to keep on fighting. Then I saw this forlorn
rainbow, and it too could not offer a pot of gold as it disappeared in fog and
mist. |
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A small
detour took us to the Giant's Causeway, an unusual rock formation with
hexagonal boulders that jut out into the ocean. It reminded us of the
volcanic formations at the Devil's Post-piles in California. We even saw
a leprechaun sitting on top. |
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We spent
our last Irish night near Ballycastle. Indeed, it was the Ballygally
Castle Hotel, a castle with adjoining hotel rooms. Ours were upstairs,
but we did visit the "Ghost Room". The story is that a few centuries ago
Lord James Shaw wanted an heir real badly. When his wife, Lady Isobella
Shaw delivered a son, the cruel Lord Shaw took the baby and locked his
wife in this room near the top of the castle. When she tried to escape
through the small window, she fell to her death. Now her ghost roams the
castle corridors at night and gives guests the willies.
Somehow, I guess, we were spared the agony and slept just fine. |
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After
another hearty breakfast, our bus took us to the port for the ferry
transfer across "The North Channel". We would miss our great driver and
comfortable bus, but our guide, John, would be with us as we boarded the
boat for the short passage to Scotland. |
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