a root in a brothel!
So we headed off for our car-camping adventure....leaving
Aberdeen and heading down to Edinburgh. On the way we stopped off at St
Andrews..home to the famous golf course. A very pretty..and obviously expensive
village, we looked around a castle and cathedral as part of our Heritage
Scotland thanks to Paul & Alex. The castle was quite good...ruins again,
but there were some tunnels that you could get into, I only went a meter, but
Kurt did the whole lot. They were dug as some people were trying to invade, by
digging through, but the castle people found out a dug a counter tunnel.
Then onto Edinburgh, the festival was in full swing, with
the streets crowded with people and it was only a Wednesday. We headed to the
castle (again thanks Alex & Paul), it is really large compound on top of
the hill, with a great view of the city. Alas both our camera’s batteries were
dead – so no photos at all. Then we had a wee wonder around and thanks to Kate
from Woods Bagot, we had some hot tips for eating/drinking and headed to
Tigerlily – a very cool New York kinda vibe restaurant/bar. We decided to
splash out and I had duck and Kurt had lamb – delicious! Then to a fringe
comedy show – Arj Barker. And then we drove through the night to our port of
departure to Ireland!
The Ferries to Ireland were far superior to that of the
Greek ones! And with internet...albeit slow. We arrived in Belfast and headed
straight down to Dublin, where we stayed just out of the city in a seaside town
called Howth. We had a traditional Irish pub meal and Bulmers (Irish cider) for
Kurt. We managed to quite easily navigate our way into Dublin and Kurt went on
the Guinness Experience Tour, while I had some time wondering the close by high
street – which was a bit dirty and not much chop really, but I found a cute
little cafe had a coffee and read Glamour – so I was well happy.
Then we ventured south to a little town called Dunmanway,
where Kurt had discovered that some Irish Road Race (bikes) were happening. We
did a mini pub crawl of most of the pubs in the town..we went to about 3 and I reckon
there was at least 5 there...next day we waited and waited for this road
racing, which was meant to start at 11am, but didn’t kick off til about half
one!! And then it started to rain! The bike basically did a rectangle track
through the town and the roads there aren’t that great – so I wouldn’t like to
race it.
After drying out a bit, we headed for Rossguard where our
ferry was leaving from in the morning, we managed to skilfully drive right past
Jameson’s distillery in Cork, so had a look there and lucky Kurt not long after
he declared his desire for MacDonald’s we passed right by one!
Now we are on a ferry back to Wales/England....
