I was making great progress trying to get caught up with my posts, and then had several long days or days with dodgy Internet and have now fallen way behind. Time to get cracking again.
After our great find of cliffs in Ballybunion, we pressed on north, avoiding Limerick by taking the Ferry at Tarbert.
We had been corresponding with an Instagram friend who was also traveling around the west coast and arranged to meet for drinks in Liscannor, near the Cliffs of Moher. As we rolled through Lehinch, rain started to fall... Heavily. We passed a golf course packed with folks playing, despite the storm. We were later told its one of the best courses in the country and folks book more than a year in advance, and play not matter what the conditions. I don't think we can criticize. We rode into our heaviest rain yet.
We found a great hotel with friendly staff and began the evening ritual of washing shorts, hanging wet stuff to dry, showering and finding dinner.
After dinner, Carrie Anne and Victor stopped by and we hung out in the bar until the wee hours getting to know each other and talking bikes and Ireland. What a pleasure to make a connection with someone you've only known through cute cat and bike photos before.
An honest to goodness dirt road. While the roads here are small and often have grass growing up the middle, they almost always have some semblance of pavement. We were thrilled to find actual dirt!