Saturday, 25 June 2011

Fekking Bloody Ciffs of Moher


Awaking in the very stylish and “proper” B and B owned by Pauline in Kilrush, having breakfast with some of the triathletes competing in Kilkee, well suffice to say we felt like sloths. Overwhelmed by Waterford crystal and royal Albert crockery we bid farewell to Pauline and headed north to Kilkee.
My brother Martyn would love the surfing village of Kilkee, it reminded me of Raglan and despite the fekking shyte weather today the village was small, inundated with dreadlocked surfers and had a great feel to it.
Not like the fekking hideous trip up to the Cliffs of Moher, and I just can’t say fekking enough. See the photos of me with a raincoat on looking “really happy”; well that is the fekking cliffs of Moher. Google this and watch the mammoth surf and the crazies that surf these waves, it is quite incredible.
What did make me smile however were the busloads of American tourists arriving in their bright yellow plastic covers being blown into bloody oblivion, trying to enjoy the experience, but clearly lagging in understanding why they were there at all. I had to find something to laugh at, because all and all it was a hideous experience.

Onto Kinvara where we had the best seafood chowder in the world and then to Galway. Pouring with rain and dank with mist made Galway a very gloomy city. We found a launderette and washed all our clothes and decided to leave Galway even though it was late, to travel to Clifden. BEST DECISION EVER. This place is quaint, authentic, welcoming and of course home to the Connemara ponies. Tomorrow Marty goes on his day fishing trip, and I go for my long awaited horse trek. We are here for 2 nights so I can go to the Connemara pony sales as well.

We have a fabulous B and B tonight with a spare room, so I can exile the snorer to snore his bloody head off tonight, before I wrap my hands around his gorgeous neck and apply untoward pressure. I love this man, no question, no question at all.

So Mum (or perhaps David and Anne) have you got space for a pure bred Connemara pony? How exciting to think that I am finally going to a real sales of these beautiful ponies. I look forward to telling you what prices they bring.

Off to the pub for another delectable meal and meeting the locals. By the way I have made a few Euro on beating the locals at pool over here, funny. I have become a bit of a legend. Love to you all.




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