It was nice to weave my way out of Galway. Very cool but the coastal roads were scarcely traveled and the scenery was awesome. When I arrived in Galway two days ago in the state of extreme fatigue, I decided a new strategy was need. Instead of just one rest stop, I am taking two, one after twenty miles, the other after forty. When I hit the four hour mark of actual riding, I will start looking for a place to stay. Today, I made it to Carna, just over fifty miles. No camping sites, no hostels, just B&Bs. Now I could have pushed onto Roundstone another 18 miles away but I decided stay at a cheap B&B and save my strength for another day. Twenty-five euros for the night includes breakfast, not bad. Better than stealth camping with no shower and rain predicted for tomorrow.
As I pedaled along today, I suddenly noticed all the English-Gaelic signs had changed to just Gaelic. I felt I had crossed an unmarked boarder into a foreign country. I heard it spoken by a teacher to his students in the Galway Museum but to hear everyone in the village speak the language was weird. It is called speaking Irish.
Along the way I came across a wagon full of rectangular chunks of peat and I saw smoke coming from chimneys smelling was kind of earthy. Backwoods Ireland is alive and well.
Tomorrow I will head for Clifden, about forty miles away. 90% chance rain
is predicted so the small shower I encounter today may be only a prelude to a very wet day on the road tomorrow. I have been expecting it and have the gear to handle it. I hope I can find a hostel instead of setting up camp in the rain, all part of the experience.
Richard, I really enjoyed the Smithicks when I was in Ireland, Have one for me....Keep up the great work, I am impressed.
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