Vancouver arrival
You may have noticed that there was no blog yesterday. I sort of assumed that nobody would be too interested in the family visit part of our winter escape, however I have been inundated with requests to keep the story rolling.
You may have noticed that there was no blog yesterday. I sort of assumed that nobody would be too interested in the family visit part of our winter escape, however I have been inundated with requests to keep the story rolling.
We only have three tasks today – check out of the B&B, drop off the hire car and fly to Vancouver. I must point out at this point that Murray and I, like the people with the secret formula for Coca Cola, are not allowed to travel on the same long haul flight.
It will be a relatively short run to Dublin along the motorway (yes, a real one with two lanes each way and exits and stuff!) We’ll be in Dublin too early for the B&B! Oh no, we need to kill a couple of hours somewhere.
This was almost the shortest blog in history. Three letters – F O G. We are all a little reluctant to leave the majestic Ballyseede Castle this morning, but our tour organiser, Nanette reminds us that we have a fairly long day ahead of us.
You may have heard the famous Irish pop song by Katie O’Flannery “There are nine million tourist shops in Ireland”. As the song goes on to say, that’s a fact, but more about that later.
The west Irish coast heading south from Galway is renowned for its scenic beauty. We head off expecting to see rugged coastline, majestic cliffs, and, well you know, scenic stuff.
“We’re going to have a quiet day today.”
“We’re just going to drive around the Connemara region. It’s not very far.”
In the words of that other famous Aussie traveller, “we came, we saw, we froze and we only half understood.” We only had two things planned today, to visit the ancient mounds at Newgrange and to drive to Galway.
Airport reached and it’s only 8:15. Pats on the back all round. Now, to find the Air Cheapo check in counter. Oh, maybe it’s the one behind that line of people – the really big line of people
It’s our last day in Paris so we have to choose which of the many offerings can’t be left languishing on the “next time” list.