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.
On leaving the Versailles station, Nanette engages with a nice young lady who tries to direct us to the nearby ticket shop, rather than waiting to until we get to the chateau. The shop is crowded so the boys convince the girls to keep moving. Bad move.
What do you do on your first romantic morning in Paris? Croissants and café latte at a petite patisserie you say? Mais non!
There is a little ritual among air travellers whereby you arrive very early at the airport in an attempt to snare those elusive “good seats”. Our flight from Bangkok to Paris is only twelve hours but it’s overnight, so “good seats” are pretty handy.
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