Because of perspiration I was soaked on both sides of my gear. I walked into the local supper market and looked like Earnest Shackleton walking into the whaling village on South Georgia Island.
You know those high pressure hand driers in the bathrooms. I found a new use for them. Doing contortions, I was able to warm myself up and dry my gear to a marginally wearable condition. Having the handicap room all to myself helped avoid any embarrassment from people seeing me in strange positions under the hand drier.
With lunch down the hatch, I meandered into town and fortuitously walked smack into the best hostel in town. The hot shower never felt better; absolutely fantastic in fact. I fell asleep on a couch, later put my wet clothes in the drier and headed to town for dinner and a cold one. Watched more soccer and the US golf open with an Irishman in the lead.
Tomorrow the wheels are rolling north north west to the Shannon River or close by. Seeing the Dingle peninsula will take too long and probably not much fun given the chances of more rain.
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