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We awoke a little later than usual and finally left the hotel for breakfast just after 9am after packing most of our stuff up. We decided to go to Sodalicious for a raisin scone and two cinnamon swirls along with tea and milk for Michelle and coffee for myself. Hit the spot. Returned back to the hotel and finished packing, checking out around 10:30am or so.

We first headed to the ATM on the same block as the hotel and then to the Irish post office to pick up some stamps. Not cheap, each one was just over two euros! Finally we were ready to head to the station, this time by a new way that took us past new sights. One was really odd, a small doctor’s office with a sign that just said “SURGERY”. Felt very Batman (Burton, not Nolan) when Joker sees his new face and smashes the looking glass. Also passed a number of younger folk, teenage girls in long ankle-length skirt school uniforms and guys in what seems to be the ubiquitous young male outfit in Ireland — the tracksuit.

Once near the station we tried to find some stuff to eat but everything was still closed. So we ended up just picking up an egg salad sandwich for me and a ham and cheese panini for Michelle from the coffee shop in the station. As it was just past 11am and our train wasn’t until 12:55pm we had a bit of a wait and plenty of time to people watch. More and more women showed up in cowboy hats, boots, and shorts that were much too short. Oh yeah, Garth Brooks was in Dublin this weekend and lots of people were traveling to see him. It explained the note I received from Irish Rail yesterday about trains being packed.

After a bit of help from a very nice gentleman who assured us that the one minute layover at Limerick Junction would be more than sufficient (“we’re not going to leave anyone behind!”) we queued up and eventually boarded the train at about 12:45pm. We thankfully got forward-facing seats and enjoyed the uneventful ride to Limerick Junction.

True to his word there wasn’t an issue at Limerick Junction — we merely unloaded from the train on one side of the platform and took our assigned seats (our names actually in a display above!) across two older ladies in carriage D of the train on the other side. They were very nice and we talked for a bit. They lived near Dingle and were, you guessed it, going to both nights of Garth Brooks. One of them had even gone one of the three nights the previous weekend. They said that he had sold out five nights (three last weekend, two this weekend) at 80,000 people a night and that it was estimated that 1 in 15 Irish people were going to see him at least one night. He hadn’t played Ireland since 1997 and apparently they love him in Ireland so there was lots of pent up demand.

After a bit more conversation about life, weather, Ireland, and the US we bid our farewell as the train came to station. We were able to quickly hail a cab. The gentleman was very nice and the short ride was made even shorter by engaging conversation about the weather, music (and Garth, of course), and travel. At 3:30pm or so we checked into the Arlington Hotel on Bachelor’s Walk right on the River Liffey. A bit older than the George in Limerick and a bit pricier but given the room scarcity (thanks Garth!) we were grateful for it. Rested for a bit and finally headed out for a walk and dinner a little over 6pm.

Walked a few steps past the O’Connell monument at the north end of O’Connell Bridge and then took the bridge across the river and into Temple Bar, a district that feels part Bourbon Street and part Times Square. Mix in all of the people in town for Garth wearing cowboy hats and boots and it was just… weird. And very, very crowded, an unwelcome change from Limerick.

We ducked into a massive (three stories, including a pop-up store for Garth stuff!) gift store in search of a Leprechaun solar dancer to no avail. Then we walked a bit looking at stores, pubs, etc. We saw a store called Forbidden Planet, a massive comics / manga / RPG / toy store. It had some pretty neat things and some unsettling things (a very odd take on Kevin Smith!) but at the end of the day where would we put any of it?

We came to The Hungry Mexican restaurant and decided to try it out. We’ve always had terrible luck with Mexican food abroad but maybe it’d be different this time. Our waitress was actually from Mexico (and told us it was Mexican Independence Day) so that was a good start. Despite being a bit loud the food was actually quite good. We had nachos for a starter and I had picadillo and chorizo (though rather light on the latter) enchiladas and Michelle had a burrito.

It was approaching sunset when we walked a bit farther in Temple Bar, finally coming upon Temple Bar Square and the famous Temple Bar. Michelle got some Oreo gelato near there (it was “ok”). We decided to head back to the hotel and crossed the river via the 1800s pedestrian-only bridge Ha’penny Bridge. On the way we stopped and got some donuts from The Rolling Donut. Michelle got a cinnamon glaze which was “ok” and I had two “Coffee Lover” which may be the best donuts I’ve ever had — donut with coffee flavored icing, three or four espresso infused chocolate pieces shaped like coffee beans, and the best part — injected with a dark brown filling that was basically coffee in whipping form. Soooo good!

Got back to the hotel around 8:30pm or so and blogged while Michelle read on her Kindle.

Woke up early again, between 6am and 7am, as we hoped to get out to the Rock of Cashel. We once again had the hotel breakfast, though this time mixing Continental with Irish — some pain au chocolat but also a few fried eggs and some bacon. We made it to the bus station (located adjacent to the rail station) sometime around 9am. We had some difficulty figuring out where to go and missed the bus that left around 9:30am — and the next one wasn’t for another two hours! Ugh!

The bus line employee dashed our hopes of taking a taxi (waaaaay too expensive) and suggested a few other destinations that weren’t super appealing. We decided to go to Cahir, not Cashel, as it was a direct bus route that was just over an hour long versus the route to Cashel which was a little over two hours due to greater distance and a layover.

As we had time to kill we walked a short distance to The Gathering, Limerick’s gaming store. As we arrived about 9:35am we had to wait until just after 10am for the owner to open up the store. The store was small but had quite a bit, mostly skewed towards miniatures and such (that’s where the money is now-a-days). Still, he had some RPGs — mainly D&D 5e and Warhammer Fantasy. I asked if he had any Irish RPGs and he said that Cubicle 7 (maker of Warhammer Fantasy) is Irish — I had no idea. But I can get those books at home without the need to toss them in my luggage and hope they survive the trip. What I was really after was an Irish language RPG but sadly he wasn’t aware of any.

I wanted a souvenir from the shop but the dice he had engraved with his shop symbol were all sold. He went in back, however, and came back with an earlier prototype that was printed rather than engraved (and the choice made to go with engraved because the printing rubbed off with use). He said I could have it for free, which I really appreciated. He also said that even a half-day in Cashel would be too little, which made me feel a little better about missing out. Since we had a little time to kill before the bus at 11:30am he pointed out two nifty churches (one built in the 1700s, the other with the tallest spire in the area) a very short walk away. And beyond that, on the grounds of a hospital and incorporated into its car park, a section of Limerick’s city walls. Nice!

We walked to the two churches, located very close to each other in a square. From there it was a short walk to the hospital grounds where we were able to see the walls and even spots that had been hit by cannon balls in the 1690 siege. Apparently this one, by William’s forces, was unsuccessful when Limerick’s women came out and helped repel the attack. Unfortunately the 1691 siege (that’s the one with the tragedy at Thomond Bridge I mentioned a couple days back) didn’t have such a happy outcome for Limerick.

As it was getting closer to 11am we headed back past the Milk Market, the site of the farmers’ market / flea market that happens ever Saturday. As it was Thursday it was all quiet but still neat to see the area nonetheless. Michelle and I were struck by just how many nail salons / barber shops there were about town. Then we realized, we hadn’t seen a long-haired Irishman our entire trip!

Made it back to the bus station in time to catch bus 55 heading to Waterford by way of Cahir (our destination). We tried to pay as we got on board but the machine wasn’t working. Driver was like “not your fault, free ride for you two” which was kind of awesome. As we headed out of town there was some friendly banter between passengers and the driver about the AC.

City transitioned to suburbs (with some businesses and larger outlet type shopping) to the countryside. The countryside was gorgeous — at first it was predominantly green fields with cattle and the occasional cluster of homes and the odd ruin of a castle or abbey but as time went on the terrain got quite a bit hillier and forested with pines (not the ugly scraggly type we have in North Carolina, though). We passed through Tipperary which was fairly bustling. We rolled into Cahir a little before 1pm, passing the imposing castle before coming to the stop just beyond it.

We decided to dine at the Shamrock Lounge, a quaint pub with really neat stained glass pendulum lights over the bar. We ordered some fried garlic mushrooms which were not too bad. Michelle had a toasted ham, cheese, and tomato and I had a open-faced roast beef sandwich with side salad and fries. The sandwich was interesting — two untoasted pieces of white bread with a little butter on it. The beef was a little dry but the brown gravy was oh so good and it all worked out in the end.

We headed back down to the castle. Cahir castle was built in the 1100s by the Butler family on an island in the River Suir. As seems to be quite common the castle didn’t see much action until the 1600s. In 1599 a force arrived with a couple of cannon and caused quite a bit of damage. The castle avoided being destroyed when the defenders snuck out in cover of darkness and abandoned it. It was eventually recovered by the family but when Oliver Cromwell rolled through in the 1640s he wrote a note to the family basically saying “remember how terrifying the siege was in 1599? I wouldn’t blame you one bit if you decided not to fight and just handed the castle over to me.” And so they did.

Eventually, again, the family got the castle back but over time it fell into disrepair and by the early 1800s the head of the family had built a Swiss Chalet residence nearby and had left the castle to fall entirely into ruin. Eventually the Irish government stepped in and took over the castle in 1964 (I think) and restored it extensively.

We paid the entry fee, got a guide book, and sat through a quick video that served as introduction to Cahir Castle specifically but Irish castles in general. We then moved on to the gift shop but sadly they had no magnets. After a quick restroom break we explored the castle. Some places were very narrow or had low clearance (some doors were about 5′ tall) or involved very shallow and well-nosed spiral staircases so Michelle sat out some of it. I’d push ahead, take pictures, and share with her what she missed.

One room had a really nice model of the castle and surrounding area and detailed the 1599 siege (the one ended when the defenders noped out). The feast hall had a fireplace seen in last year’s movie “The Last Duel”. One room in the Great Hall had a Tudor fireplace that had been installed in place of one of the two portcullis controls (as the castle by that time had expanded and the portcullis was no longer needed). There was a reproduction of the portcullis controls, however, and it was pretty neat to see the engineering that went into it. The room above had an amazing series of displays talking about the Irish struggler for independence — the Easter Uprising of 1916, Bloody Sunday in 1920, etc. Finally, the bottom of the Great Hall had exhibits on the role of women in the Middle Ages and another about various types of castles found throughout Ireland. We also learned that some scenes from the 1980s movie “Excalibur” were filmed at the castle.

As it was a bit past 3pm and we wanted to be sure and catch the 3:55pm bus back to Limerick we left the castle and proceeded to a gift store, Castle View Gifts, that the people in the castle gift shop said may have magnets. They did! Made it back to the bus stop at around 3:30pm and waited. And waited. We saw the type of bus drive by right around 3:55pm with “Out of Service” but packed with school kids so went “Oh crap, they press-ganged our bus!” but it turned out the 55 bus was just late. Got on about 4:10pm but didn’t get back into Limerick until about 5:45pm due to horrendous traffic caused by construction just outside of the city.

We dithered about what to do for dinner but eventually chose Texas Steakout right near the hotel. Had to go down some steep stairs to below street level to reach it. We had some very garlic-y garlic cheese bread as an appetizer. Michelle had chicken wings and ribs with a side of mashed potatoes and I had a Kentucky Bourbon Burger (basically beef, cheese, some caramelized onions, bacon, and BBQ sauce) with a side of mashed potatoes as well. It was OK. The waitress asked where we were from and was like “lucky, wish I lived there!” and I was thinking “yeah, well we’d love to live here!”

We emerged back in the waning light of day around 7:30pm. Michelle went to the room while I strolled the additional two blocks to the river to take a few pictures of the sunset. The River Shannon really is beautiful, we’re going to miss Limerick for sure.

Once back in the room we left briefly to eat a bit of dessert at Vincenzo’s. Michelle and I split three scoops of gelato — one chocolate and two strawberry. Michelle had a tea with milk while I had an Americano coffee. We retired back to our room where I worked a bit on the blog and eventually went to bed.

The day of our first guided tour had finally arrived! Despite the alarm at 6:15am ended up out of bed just past 6:30am. We headed down to breakfast at 7:30am but kept it light — both of us opting for a more Continental fare that would be light on our stomachs — and absolutely no coffee for me! The croissants with strawberry preserves and the pain au chocolat were both very nice. Headed up to the room around 8:00am and finished getting our stuff together for our trip, heading down to the street in front of the hotel around 8:30am to await our guide.

While waiting (the guide’s arrival time was 9:00am) Michelle and I people watched and also car watched. As there was a tour bus in front of the hotel and a Sysco food delivery truck across the street at Flannery’s Pub there was a chokepoint that led to some interesting driving. I had a momentary freak out moment when I noticed a kid who couldn’t be older than eight or nine driving! That was, until I went “oh yeah, left is passenger side here.” Also had several groups of students pass by, all in uniforms, including one pair that dashed down the street after a departing bus.

About 8:45am Carmel, our guide for the day, texted that she was running on time but due to traffic wouldn’t be there earlier than 9:00am (which of course was fine). About ten minutes later she pulled up to the curb in a gray / silver Mercedes touring van and in we went to begin our adventure. We crossed the River Shannon and over a series of roads similar to our US routes with roundabouts at every intersection (often with some form of sculpture or monument in the middle) we made our way past Bunratty (with its very impressive castle), Ennis (Innis), and the like.

I wasn’t paying the most attention to these towns as we zipped by (though I was struck by the diversity of trees) as we were getting acquainted with Carmel. She had grown up in County Clare on a dairy farm with her father, two siblings, and gran. When she was an adult she took the opportunity to move all over the world (Bay Area of California, Boston, southern Spain, Scotland) and even took a year and a half off to backpack around much of the world (South America, India, Southeast Asia, etc.). She worked in tech for nearly a decade as a project manager — I may be misremembering and perhaps it was a product manager. She mentioned that in Ireland when it is raining really hard they say “trouncing rain”. I like that!

We left the main roadways and started along narrow lanes often with waist-high stone walls covered with vines, ferns, and the occasional bush. The sky was overcast, a moody gray, but thankfully no rain. Michelle and I spotted two ravens perched on a gray stone jutting up from a pasture — it couldn’t have been more perfect. We passed the ruins of Leamenh Castle. A gentle lady known as Máire Rua (Red Mary, on account of her red hair) had five husbands, including one that “fell” from the top of the castle when she was showing him the extent of his (and her) holding. Eventually, King Charles passed a law that said that no Catholic could hold land (or at least a stronghold like hers). She set out for Limerick, walked into the barracks of King John’s Castle, and offered her hand to any soldier (they being Protestants) that would take it. And thus she kept her castle. It is said to be haunted, no wonder that. I wish I had taken a better picture but had we stopped at every interesting ruin the van’s brakes would wear out. It is amazing how many ruins of churches, castles, and ring forts we passed.

It was the perfect weather to set the mood for our first stop, Carron Church (Teampall an Chairn). It was a roofless stone church just off the narrow lane surrounded by lush green fields separated by the stone walls. We went up a narrow grassy path, slickened wet with the morning dew, and, finding the gate rusted shut, clambered over a gap in the stone wall.

The church itself had a few graves (adorned with Celtic crosses) outside. Inside there were a few more. Carmel explained that the church was built in the 500s AD and, as was typical of churches from that time, aligned along an east-west axis such that the rising sun came through a narrow slit above the altar. The priest would deliver his sermon facing the dawn, back to the congregation. The graves inside were also aligned along the east-west axis with the heads pointing west. Obviously there weren’t originally graves there but as the church fell into disrepair the more important among the locals, those that owned the land, would be buried in the ruins in the belief that it provided a quicker path to Heaven (closest to the altar being the preferred spot). Carmel pointed out the remains of a lintel that would have supported the long-rotted beams of the roof. She also pointed out that the “windows” were tiny as there was no glass at that time and it helped to keep the cold air and wind out — though they did use very thin sheep intestine lining as it is semi-transparent and helped with the wind. Discussion turned to domesticated animals and feeding on grass and a pecking order of cow then horse then sheep then goats in order of highest to shortest grass that they’ll eat.

Leaving the church (and taking a moment to pick and enjoy a few wild blackberries) we got back into the van and drove to our next destination, Poulnabrone Dolmen. This was the remnant of a Stone Age portal tomb from around 3000 BC (so, earlier than the Pyramids by at least 500 years). The pre-Celt (who wouldn’t arrive until the 500s BC) inhabitants had started to settle down (cultivation techniques having arrived) and turned their thoughts to the afterlife and such. While originally misattributed in centuries past to a sacrificial altar used by Druids the truth is far more fascinating — the remains are the central stone frame that supported a mound of dirt long since eroded. Remains of some thirty-three individuals (thirty-two local and a mysterious one that wasn’t…) were found there as well as some artifacts. The beautiful arrangement of the stones, surrounded by the karst limestone landscape of The Burren, was otherworldly.

Greg would’ve loved the landscape as it was limestone with numerous gaps allowing for all manner of plants, even some from a more Mediterranean climate. Carmel pointed out many of them like yarrow and hazelnut bushes (with not yet ripe hazelnuts) and many others, describing their medicinal uses (including one that forms the basis of aspirin — but I forget the name). She also showed us some silverweed, a staple food of the ancient Irish, and said that where you found silverweed typically it was a place of settlement a long time ago. Also interesting was that the limestone was originally covered by a layer of dirty but clearing of trees and the passage of time removed most of that layer.

Hopping back in the van we briefly retraced our steps (treads?) and visited Caherconnell Stone Fort, built in the Middle Ages (so 1000 to 1500AD) — practically a baby compared to the Dolmen. It was a ring fort, though prior to its construction the site had seen some activity as the graves of two individuals were located under the walls and there was a fire pit from around 600AD. At one point multiple family units (which typically were multi-generational) lived in the fort with a small stone wall separating them. The external walls of the fort were wider at the base and tapered a bit along their 10 foot tall height. This ensured that as time passed and the weight of the stones pressed down the walls would get stronger. The equivalent of over 100 dump trucks of stone were needed to build the walls with many of the stones being carried from a fair distance away. During archaeological digging in the early 2000s an archaeologist that had only been on the job for a week found the most significant artifact — a piece of jewelry.

Speaking of stone walls, Carmel pointed out that the building of the walls that separated fields was a skill requiring study — though it may look haphazard the way they are built with slabs at a roughly 25 degree tilt and slits between them make them strong and resistant to being blown over by the often high winds in that potion of Ireland.

A tour guide mentioned that the reason the fort was still in relatively good shape (meaning the stone hadn’t been “repurposed” over the years, was because as kids they are taught that disturbing the ancient sites can lead to a faeries giving one bad luck. In fact, lone hawthorn (and ash) trees are often considered faerie trees and are not to be disturbed. There was a highway construction project that took several additional years to complete because no contractor was willing to chop down a faerie tree that was in the way. Eventually the motorway was routed around the tree, only to have the tree chopped down by a drunken fool shortly after!

The star attraction at Caherconnell, however, was a sheep dog demonstration at 11:15am. About twenty people watched on while an older gentleman guided his four sheep dogs to herd about ten sheep. He explained that they only had female dogs for herding as the males were too easily distracted and didn’t follow instructions as well. Also whether a dog can do the job becomes obvious after their first kick from a sheep — if they slink off they’re better suited to being a pet. If instead they learn to hunker down so that subsequent kicks will sail overhead they’re a keeper.

They start with voice training but the issue with that is the dogs learn a particular person’s voice and it is difficult to have someone else step in. Still, they have a set of commands that follow the dog’s name, things like “off me” to mean go away from me, “that’ll do” for hold, etc.

The more reliable method of directing the dogs was with a whistle. Different series of notes for each dog and command for that dog. It was really neat to see in action (and musical!). He had the dogs direct the sheep around a course between obstacles and finally to a small pen (really a three-sided rectangle composed of low stone walls). Then they had an audience member choose a number (in this case five) and he directed the dogs to peel off five of the ten into a separate pen. The dogs were mostly very well behaved and got the job done but sometimes they’d get a bit distracted.

After the demonstration he talked about each of the breeds of sheep and explained the color on each. Mostly used as a substitute for branding (if these were cattle) to be able to tell who the sheep’s owners were. Additionally there was blue on some of them that apparently was rubbed off from rams — meaning that the ram was doing its job and siring new sheep.

Afterwards we bought a magnet from the gift store and got back in the van and proceeded a bit more into The Burren. Here the vegetation was increasingly thin and whole hillsides were rock. We stopped at a few vantage points that were just gorgeous and even included views of the Atlantic and beyond that the Galway Peninsula.

As the original plans to stop for lunch at a pub in Fanore couldn’t be relied upon in the off-season Carmel decided on Vaughans Anchor Inn in Liscannor. Michelle and Carmel had an excellent cod fish and chips while I had the only thing I could eat on the menu — a ribeye topped by a Portobello mushroom and three onion rings. It was excellent, if a little pricey.

Having finished our meal around 1:30pm we headed to the Cliffs of Moher just a few miles down the road. We opted for the ticket for the cliffs and the “Cliffs of Moher Experience” — while Carmel (correctly) said the experience part was more for a rainy day the combined ticket also provided entry to the gift shops, etc. and we had to get a magnet of course!

After buying the magnet and a shirt and breezing through the exhibits while Michelle went to the restroom Michelle and I headed out to the cliffs. It was quite gorgeous. Though the cliffs to the south were still a bit in shadow the cliffs to the north just beyond O’Brien’s Tower were bathed in afternoon light. Additionally, the sea was calm with long, slow swells that crashed against the rocks with regularity. The weather, now almost full sun with great visibility, allowed for a good look at the distant Aran Islands. Quite spectacular!

We reluctantly headed back to the van around 3:00pm (truth be told I could’ve easily spent a couple of hours there!) and headed back towards Limerick. Along the way I noticed some dark material atop a wall in front of a house. Mistaking it for some form of volcanic rock (which would be really strange in Ireland) Carmel explained that it was peat, often used in the area for heating. Neat!

Passing Bunratty again and entering Limerick we arrived back around 4:00pm and bid farewell to Carmel. It was a really fun and educational day and it was special being able to hear a local’s perspective. While it was our first private tour it wouldn’t be our last!

Despite saying there’s no way we were going to go back to the room and fall asleep we… went back to the room and fell asleep. We didn’t awaken until well past 7:00pm and I managed to wake up with a headache. I was able to finally shake it through medicine and some Chinese food at Wok King (or maybe it is WOKKING) very near to the hotel. I had beef & broccoli and Michelle had wontons and bacon-wrapped chicken with pineapple. We headed back to the hotel by 9:00pm and had a little dessert — Michelle opting for just tea with milk and myself a brownie with vanilla gelato that was quite good. Headed up to the room and blogged a bit before bed.

We started waking up around 7:30am but weren’t really good at it — taking until nearly 9:30am to get downstairs for our 9:00am breakfast reservation. Oops. Breakfast was at the same place we ate the night before. They had both Continental and Full Irish options — guess which I opted for. While I had a full Irish breakfast of sausages, bacon (more like country ham), a fried egg over medium, hash browns, and baked beans — having opted out of the roasted half-tomato and pudding (the Irish do strange things with pudding), Michelle had a bacon, tomato, and cheese frittata. Hers was quite good, mine was above average. She had Irish breakfast tea and I had coffee. Tasty.

Before heading back to the room I reported that our AC didn’t seem to work and the thermostat was flashing a “E04” code. The person at the desk promised to send someone up to look at it. It had gotten quite warm in the room last night and luckily there was a rotary desk fan to help keep things cool. Once back in the room we packed up our backpack with cameras and the like and headed out to the north toward the river.

The walk along the River Shannon was quite pleasant as there was a nice pedestrian walkway and several small parks like one at Arthur’s Quay. The walkway ended at a small one-land road. There was a truck going beep-beep-beep backing up in this road. It was then that we realized that Limerick has it’s own version of the 11foot8, the bridge in Durham that eats trucks. Seriously, check it out on YouTube. This driver, having seen the danger, was having none of it. Just beyond the bridge were these adorable painted posts made up to look like mermaids, sharks, police officers (“garda”), etc.

A little distance beyond was the rear of The Hunt Museum which is supposed to be a nice visit on a rainy day. No rainy day today, though — a moderate breeze, 60s, and partly cloudy skies — perfect! Regardless, we did stop for a restroom break at the museum. Apparently there must have been some incident just before we arrived. When we entered there was a police car and some officers asking questions of someone and on the way out that person was filling out paperwork with an officer.

After passing a rowing club and a dock with a bright red rescue boat we crossed a pedestrian bridge onto King’s Island. We could see that there must be quite the tidal difference even this far up the river as there were exposed mudflats with many shorebirds and the watermark was a good four or so feet higher. King’s Island is where the Vikings first settled in the area and later where the pre-Norman king of the area built his fortress as well as a church, St. Mary’s Cathedral, built in 1168. Sadly we weren’t able to go in due to an ongoing service but I did enjoy taking some pictures. Normally I’m one to shy way from taking pictures of graves but these were Irish crosses with ivy growing on them. I mean, c’mon!

We walked past a few modern town administration buildings and into the entrance to King John’s Castle, located in adjacent Alms Widows Houses build in 1691. The museum was quite good. Though it had few artifacts it did a great job of explaining the history of the castle and Limerick. I’ll spare you all the details but essentially the Vikings settled in the 800s and by the late 1100s had intermarried with the non-Viking population. Ireland had been in a golden age from the 600s as the center of monastic learning in the Western world (basically, if the knowledge is from Latin Ireland preserved it, Greek the Byzantines). Well, an Irish lord in the middle of the island lost his lands and invited the English (Norman) King Henry II in to help him restore his power in the late 1100s. Bye-bye golden age.

Henry’s son Richard (the Lionhearted) became King of England on Henry’s death and his brother John became Lord of Ireland. On Richard’s death he became King of England and had a castle built in Limerick on King’s Island. It wasn’t finished for over a century and in its initial configuration just protected from attacks to the north. As “Irish Town” grew to the south protection was eventually added to that side to protect against any attacks. Curiously for a castle it didn’t see much action in the Medieval age but rather made up for this relative calm with loads of actions in the 1600s!

In the late 1500s Henry VIII (he of many headless wives) was prepared to just chuck this whole “Lord of Ireland” thing. However, a rebellion among the Catholic Irish being unhappy with England going Protestant had to be quelled, leading to eventually England committing whole-heartedly for suppressing Ireland rather than the more hands-off approach of the prior 300 or 400 years. In 1642 during the English Civil War forces besieged the castle. Nearly 300 died in that siege and it was notable for the extensive mining from adjacent houses and counter-mining from within the castle. Children were sent out of the castle secretly to try and burn those houses but failed. Another siege ensued in 1649.

After some quiet King James II (a Catholic king) of England was trying to fend of an attempt by the future King William (of William & Mary fame) to take the throne. A bit of this fight was played out in Ireland. King John’s Castle was defended by Jacobites in 1691 when William’s forces attacked. The mayor of the town panicked and had the drawbridge from the Thomond Bridge connecting to the castle raised prematurely. This stranded 800 Jacobites who had left the castle to engage the enemy on the bridge. They were all either slaughtered or fell in the River Shannon and drowned. Sure, swimming wasn’t something most people did back then but from what we’d seen of the river the current would’ve likely been an issue. In this nearly half-century of action nearly 5,000 died in the castle. Yikes.

Education time over we first went to the undercroft where we could see the archaeological dig that revealed the mine shafts and various other stages of building on the site — not just the castle but even the basement of an Ostman (Viking) home. We could hear water dripping, I couldn’t imagine being one of the poor souls that dug the mines and counter-mines back then. Once out of the undercroft we were out in the courtyard of the castle.

There was an area near the south wall with activities for kids. There were also various rooms themed to different activities in the construction or running of the castle — smith, coinmaker, mason, etc. Incidentally, it is a blacksmith if dealing with iron, else if dealing with tin and silver a whitesmith. I had no idea.

We saw the remains of the Great Hall, originally one story but when the courtyard was levelled out the floor became a basement (with dungeon) and a new floor built above. We climbed some narrow well-nosed stone spiral staircases to the top of the north wall and gatehouse. The views from there were remarkable — the River Shannon with its swift current and “falls” (not really, more like a slight drop of a couple of feet playing out over several hundred feet), Thomond Stadium, church towers, and beyond the lush green fields and rolling hills. Finally, we wrapped up our castle visit around 2p by checking out the gift store. Magnets!

We crossed the bridge to the other side of the river and saw the treaty stone marking the spot where the Jacobite forces of Limerick surrendered to William’s army in 1691. Some chose to join the army, some to stay where their religion would be tolerated (spoiler: it wasn’t), and some left for France — called the Flight of the Wild Geese. The promenade along the river was closed here due to high tide concerns so we switched to the other side of the street and made our way to The Curragower, a pub recommended by the hotel the night before for decent pub food.

They were right! I had bangers & mash and Michelle chicken & waffles — with some excellent sweet sauce. We also had two small bottles of ginger ale. While there some male teenagers in track suits (seems to be pretty much the normal wear for young folk in Limerick) and a female in a long skirted school uniform came in. Wonder what the drinking age is! The server noted that the weather the prior week had been seven days of wall-to-wall rain (from the remnants of Danielle). We got so lucky!

At this point it was just after 3pm. We crossed back over the river via Sarsfield Bridge and passed the Shannon Rowing Club and old locks. After stopping by the room briefly we headed back out just after 4pm to go to Sodalicious (a place specializing in soda bread). There were all out of scones and the soda bread was less sweet-looking and more savory-looking so we got some cookies for later and tea with milk. We made it back to the room around 4:45pm and crashed until just after 7:00pm.

The AC still wasn’t fixed. So Michelle called down to the front desk and was informed by a person that I didn’t earlier speak with that the hotel hasn’t any AC. Haha. Sun setting, we headed down to a restaurant near the river called Milano. Michelle and I shared an excellent American Roma pizza — basically a thin and crispy pizza with tomato sauce, cheese, and pepperoni. For desert she had chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream and I had a brownie with raspberry sorbet. Because they couldn’t give me a full-size brownie (it was late) they didn’t charge for my dessert. Score!

About 9pm made it back to the room for offloading pictures, talking with Genetta, publishing the first day’s blog, and writing this blog.

As is usual with our trips there was a great flurry trying to get everything ready. After a breakfast of bacon omelets and some leftover sausage balls we spent the better part of the rainy and muggy morning packing our clothes. It was a reasonably tight fit but we were able to fit everything, including even Michelle’s hiking boots. Lunch was Chanticleer for some sandwiches and (for me) pasta salad. Key here is easy on the stomach, making travel easier. Man, I got old.

After lunch we packed the tech stuff — phone chargers, point-and-shoot and chargers, Surface laptop, etc. Offloaded some pictures taken on both the phone and point-and-shoot as well. With a new laptop comes a need to figure out the blog workflow of off-loading pictures, resizing them, etc. Fun!

After another gully washer we got a nice break in the rain right as Addison drove us to the airport in the Outback around 4:30pm. While the flight wasn’t until 8:30pm you never know — additionally we wanted to get a meal before the flight. Got checked-in and through TSA by 5:30pm or so so had a little over two hours before boarding. I tried not to use too much of my phone’s battery so I’d have plenty for any pictures the next day. I walked Terminal Two (concourses C & D) a couple of times before settling on BurgerFi for us. Man, they were not on their “A” game — ended up with three burgers (I had removed one from the automated order machine but apparently it didn’t take) and somehow ended up with onion rings with the fries. Regardless, it hit the spot. Michelle and I both then bought some snacks (Chex Mix, Lifesavers, Skittles, some dark chocolate covered bananas) and awaited boarding.

After the fancy people boarded they did row range boarding from the back. The plane was nice enough, with screens in the back of the seat in front. Until underway Iceland ads were played — Blue Lagoon, some art exhibition, and a funny one for Iceland Wool with an old guy just slowly petting a sheep. Announcements were in Icelandic then English, Icelandic sounds very Germanic (which makes sense since it has Germanic and Danish roots) and isn’t the prettiest language I’ve ever heard. Then again, neither is English. The safety video was neat, it followed a lady doing outdoor activities in Iceland but superimposed were the safety bits — so like when they describe the tucked position she’s stretching in a similar position, when talking about the slides in case of water landing she’s jumping off a waterfall and the slide is suggested by superimposing it onto the waterfall, etc. The pilot was funny — “This is your Captain speaking, not that my name is Speaking.”

We got super lucky and despite having the middle and aisle nobody ended up in our window seat. So Michelle was able to sidle over to the window and get some sleep against the bulkhead while I was able to sit in the middle and stretch my legs into the aisle seat’s space. Wasn’t super comfortable, and I didn’t get much sleep, but better than nothing. An hour or so in we got the hot ham and cheese baguettes we had pre-ordered. They were quite good and gentle on the stomach. The guy in front of me was watching a movie called “Nobody Make a Move” or something and I amused myself reading the captions from the row behind while trying to sleep.

Finally, around five hours into the flight, the eastern horizon started to lighten. We saw the first glimpses of Iceland out the window — the Snæfellsnes peninsula, a long sixty mile finger pointing east to west north of Reykjavik. Additionally the sunrise was really blossoming into one of the reddest I had seen. As dawn fully settled in we saw the island materialize below. It very much reminded me of the terrain on the big island of Hawai’i — treeless with patches of moss and grass.

As soon as we landed a jerk grabbed his bag and muscled his way in front of us. While the rest of us waited patiently for the front to deplane we were alerted to deplaning from the rear as well. I started that way (as we were now the first row for that direction) and that jerk muscled his way past Michelle then me. I called him out on it but he’s like “I’m sorry, I have a connection.” Joke’s on him — we all have a connection and since the airport is almost 100% Icelandair (with a tiny bit of KLM since Iceland used to be in the Kingdom of Denmark until a century ago) they ensure that people don’t miss their flights. They know who is coming and going since it is one airline. Anyhow, this jerk deplaned down the staircase — and man going from 85 and muggy to 40 was something else! — and then sheepishly boarded a bus that waited for everybody before departing for the terminal. Ha!

As soon as we got in the terminal we stood in another line at the adjacent gate (D32). It wasn’t unpleasant, though, as we were entertained by a young couple ahead of us from Minnesota (the husband was Irish and had the accent) talking with an older (than us) couple ahead of them discussing travel stories — including accidentally leaving a sleeping son (they had five children) on a double decker bus whilst touring London. The restrooms were so nice — a private room with a solid door and a private sink.

We boarded around 7:30 in a most interesting way — line order. No accommodation for first — excuse me, Saga — class, row order, etc. Just pile on! We went up some stairs and down a long jetway and onto the Icelandair painted up like Iceland’s flag and named after the Þingvellir, the world’s oldest parliament (from the 900s).

Unfortunately we didn’t get so lucky seat-wise and someone was in the window seat. Luckily it was only a two hour flight but it was a looong two hour flight. The guy in the row ahead and to the right was watching Shawshank Redemption (without captions, like I’d need them!) so that was at least entertaining. There was a young couple with a screaming baby on our row across the aisle. Not awesome, but what can you do.

After flying down the west coast of Scotland and over Belfast, Northern Ireland, we landed from the east at Dublin airport. We deplaned, again, via stairs — unusual — and walked down a fairly dingy breezeway brightened solely by some interesting Skodi (car) ads that evoked Celtic mythology like Queen Maeve. Passport control was quite fast (literally five minutes) but baggage claim was quite slow. My bag came out very quickly but Michelle’s not so much. A quick trip to the restroom and yeah, the bathroom wasn’t nearly as nice as in Iceland! Exited out to the taxi stand and waited in a very long queue which was thankfully covered as a steady drizzle was falling.

Our taxi driver was quite entertaining. We started talking about weather and where we were going — Limerick and Dublin — and things to see. He recommended the jail in Dublin (Kilmainham Gaol) where the Easter Rising heroes were held and eventually executed. I mentioned our difficulty in finding a hotel room due to the Garth Brooks concert this weekend. That led to the rest of the ride being about music. He recounted growing up and making fun of lads from his neighborhood on the bus with their guitars and him taunting them to play a tune. Down the street from him they practiced, a terrible racket. They were U2. Additionally, in the late 70s he’d often see Phil Lynott of Thin Lizzy and taunt him to sing a bar and Phil would say “Fuck off you damn wanker!” and so the ribbing would continue back and forth.

I have no idea how much of his stories are true but he definitely had quite the gift of Irish gab. It was hard to understand at times (he talked very fast with a thick Irish accent) but I was able to follow him pretty well. Having arrived at Heuston station we paid him (in cash — despite all taxis supposedly taking credit cards, grrr…) and turned towards getting lunch and waiting for our 3:30pm train. As it was only 1pm or so we had plenty of time.

We ate lunch at The Galway Hooker (a type of ship). Michelle had a chicken and mushroom pie (with puff pastry top) and I had lasagna and fries. Fries come with everything! We each had a ginger ale that came in the tiniest bottle imaginable. As the place was filling up we didn’t linger long after finishing our food and headed out to the waiting area of the station. We each had a glazed donut from Offbeat Donut Co. It was pretty tasty. Also picked up some water and sat on benches waiting out the little bit of an hour remaining prior to our train leaving. We could scarcely stay awake at this point, it being a full day since our last decent sleep. A Ukrainian woman looked for help on which platform to go to and I assisted to the best of my ability with hand signals. Basically the platform isn’t displayed until minutes before boarding.

Finally out time to board came — platform 6b. Turns out it was quite a walk to the platform but we boarded carriage B with no issues and were on our way. I’d like to say that Michelle and I enjoyed watching the lush green (and wild) countryside dotted with cows and sheep roll by but… nope. We slept most of it. I hope I didn’t snore! Finally, just shy of 6pm we arrived at Limerick’s Colbert Street Station. The station was beautiful stone and lush flower arrangements were arrayed in front of it. The wind was brisk and the air cool but both were welcome as we walked the fifteen minutes to our hotel, The George Hotel in Limerick.

The hotel itself was very nice with a large bed and plenty of plugs (which thankfully I had adapters for). We relaxed a bit and decided where to go for dinner, finally settling around 8p on the restaurant adjacent to the hotel, the Da Vincenzo’s Grill House. It overlooked O’Connell Street (torn up to install a fancy sidewalk) and was fairly busy. Michelle and I both had a ginger ale (and yes, it was tiny again!). She had honey mustard braised pork loin and portobello mushroom and I had a burger with smoked bacon and the most amazingly flavored macaroni and cheese (and some strange sweet relish) with onion rings (decent but I only ate one) and a side of champ — an Irish invention of mashed potatoes with butter and scallions. It was fair — just a bit too firm. For dessert Michelle had apple pie with vanilla ice cream — though the pie was really more of a strudel. I had coffee Americano, which was excellent.

We finally returned to our room around 10p where she slept while I blogged this entry while watching RTE ONE, an Irish channel. The first program dealt with a very familiar problem that youth are facing in the US — impossibly high rents, not enough jobs, etc. The second was a program all about the recently deceased Queen Elizabeth II, which was kind of surprising given the relationship between the two countries. Headed to bed around midnight.