End of the trail

     All good things must come to an end, the last thirty plus miles from Tralee to Kilrush were easy, more downhill than up. Took the ferry from Tarbert over the river and rode onto Kilrush.  Three days running I saw a hostel sign before the town proper.  With an early arrival, I had time to unwind a bit.  Schlepped my laundry over to have it washed, luxury.  Had two beers at a nice pub by the town square.  Checked out the bus schedule  to Limerick for tomorrow and generally contemplated the fact that I had actually ridden my bicycle completely around Ireland.  1500 miles, set off for the west coast May 13 and completed the loop June 22.  A much tougher ride than I expected; the never ceasing hills and rain wore on me a bit.  The country is spectacular and the people friendly.  If I come back, I might Island hop.  After a celebratory dinner at the same public house while watching part of the Ireland/Italy soccer match, I came back to the hostel, FaceTimed with my old friend Migens Bagger and read some. Now for re-entry: pick up my luggage, pack the bike and catch the plane home.  Where next? Maybe Denmark, nice country, loads of friends, very few hills and a lot less rain.  So many rode trips on my list, way to little time.