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Ireland Part Two.

And on the fourth day we went and hung out at the Cliffs of Moher. It was pretty foggy when we got there, but by the time we’d gone for a bit of a walk, it’d cleared a bit.



That night we headed to Killarney and went to a fantastic pub called the Grand Hotel. There was a rad cover band and once they packed up, a door opened up and turns out there was a club just out the back :)

By day five, we were all getting preeeetty tired. Lots of 3 and 4am bedtimes, and so a massive beach day was more than welcome. We were really lucky on our tour to have fantastic weather and it was only a little drizzly on one of the days. We went to two different beaches; our tour guide, Connor, told us to frollick on the sand and so we did - lots of cartwheels on my behalf :D




The last day was our 'going home day,' but it was also the day that we made a treck to Blarney Castle. I got the pleasure of sharing my germs with the 300,000+ people that kiss the Blarney Stone per annum. By Irish tradition, apparently kissing the Blarney Stone blesses the 'kissee' with eloquent speech.. But I don't feel any different, and my vocab hasn't changed, so I guess it didn't really work very well at all!!


By the end of the six days, we'd done an absolutely huge treck of Ireland, a complete circuit. I'd do the tour again in a second, it was one of the best weeks of my life - great people, great places, great country. Go Ireland :)

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