Dingle – Killarney – Blarney – Cork

Today was a big driving day, and our last day with our car. I got up at around 7AM and started packing. Sharon got up some minutes later and we headed down to breakfast. Sharon followed my lead and got a cheese omelette along with some Irish Bacon (Ham). I had the same but with sausage. Our server was just as down home and chatty as yesterday.
Afterwards we headed out with our bags and on to Killarney. I pulled out ever so slightly in front of a car, but luckily the driver saw me and no harm was done.
It was a rainy day and we saw a lot of fog on the horizon. Once we saw what looked to be a large white cloud covering up most everything to the right of us. But then we found out it was the sea and the fog had drifted in.
We drove in and out of small Irish towns with just a bar and gas station and school. Mostly accessible roads, but I always had to keep a lookout and remind myself when turning to take the left lane instead of the right (by habit).
After a

Dingle Peninsula

Out of habit I woke up early – at 5AM. I snoozed for a little bit, but eventually got up and wrote yesterday’s blog post. It got to be about 8AM and Sharon was stirring so I told her it was 8AM and it’ll be a good idea to get ready.

I had my cameras charged and my GoPro’s suction cup for the car window ready. Sharon and I went downstairs to the dining room for breakfast. As with many hotel dining rooms in Europe, it was small and seating was limited. We grabbed a table near the breakfast bar which helped with refills of OJ and Apple Juice. The cups were one pint, about one step up from a shot glass – or about equal in size to the cups served on airplanes. I’ve never really understood European drink serving sizes. Obviously they have bigger cups for beer. Why not have these sizes available for other non alcoholic drinks?

We had two breakfast options – Irish Breakfast for 10 EURO or continental breakfast for 6 EURO. We didn’t really want to go all out with an Irish breakfast,

Doolin to Dingle

Today was going to be a long day. A few buses and a long drive. Breakfast at our B&B was scheduled to start at 8AM, but our bus was leaving Doolin at 8AM. Therefore we had asked our host if we could have a very light snack such as cereal before we left. She obliged and left the door to the breakfast room cracked so that we could serve ourselves.

Since I saw that there wasn’t any cereal that I liked I brought along my Lucky Charms from home. They don’t sell Lucky Charms in Ireland. I got a humorous photo of me eating Lucky Charms with the Cliffs of Moher in the background, which seemed to get a lot of “Likes” on Facebook. After all isn’t life all about who has the most “Likes” on social media? Tell that to those teenagers doing impromptu photo shoots with those silly poses at the Cliffs of Moher yesterday.

After breakfast at around 7AM we decided to check out. Reluctantly we rang the buzzer summoning our host requesting to check out. Seems our room had already been paid

Inis Mor to Doolin

Our ferry to Doolin was at 11:30AM, so we slept in until around 8AM. While Sharon was getting ready I decided to see if I could get boarding passes for the ferry. I lurked around the pier but there was no Doolin Ferry office. So I went back to the room.

The magic time this morning was 10AM. That was when the Spar Grocery Store opened (so I could get a deli sandwich for lunch) and it was when the tourist information booth opened so I could ask about the boarding passes.

While we waited on these things to open Sharon and I decided to get breakfast. We decided on the full Irish breakfast – egg sunny side up, black pudding, sausage, baked beans, toast, hash brown, tomato (neither of us ate that), and Irish bacon (Americans would call this ham). I tried most everything, but really only ate the ham, toast and eggs. Sharon was more liberal in her choices, trying the ham, toast, hash brown and baked beans. Geraldine had another lady helping serve us. Later one we saw this lady helping to cle