Rode out early to Slea Head

       Bright and ugly I was out of the blocks headed for Slea Head.  Though bicycling head on into the wind, intermittent rain and low visibility, I had a decent ride seeing two thousand year old beehive stone dwellings and a famine house along the way.  The rock cliffs and outcroppings are dazzling.  On the way back I had the wind at my back but a misty rain peppered me. Am I getting used to this weather? Twenty-four miles and I was back in Dingle and a bit damp.

The owner of the hostel let me stash my panniers so I would have a easier faster ride to Slea Head. As planned, I caught a bus to Tralee and checked into the same hostel from the day before.  Small place with interesting people, we took in Euro2016 soccer playoff game and shot the breeze about just about everything.  Trump is always a lively topic.  What an embarrassment.  

     Tomorrow my game plan is to ride the back roads to Tarbart, take the ferry over the Shannon estuary, then over to Kilrush.  Circumnavigateion completed!  The next day I will take the bus to Limerick where I pack up the bike and fly home the 25th.