Woke up this morning with a little promise in the sky, i.e. no rail, maybe. Here I am thirty miles from Dingle, when will I have the chance again to see this place. Off I rode, no rain, moderate climbs and very light traffic, Monday. The rain started spitting at me with three miles. A brief but firm conversation with the rain God stopped the rain. You know like " Not now dude, don't ---- with me." Once again, a hostel sign caught my eye just as I was entering the center of town. Two young German blonds were coming out the door. Yes, the place is nice, clean, reasonably priced. Checked in, Helen, the owner said I should go do the twenty-six mile loop to the end of the peninsula, like right now. Not. After some strategizing, I will do the loop bright and ugly tomorrow morning then hop the bus back to Tralee and stay at the same hostel. I try not to cover the same ground twice. Pray it doesn't rain. My panniers will be stashed at the hostel for the loop ride, making the bike lighter and faster.
Dingle is another tourist Mecca but I managed to ferret out some interesting places to see. The local Catholic
church (built in 1812), a part of Trinity College, is affiliated with Sacred Heart U. In Stanford, Connecticut. I did a double take. Picked up a new leather belt for my forty-four year old nickel silver belt buckle at a one woman shop, Elaine does nice work. Customized it by embossing it with ancient Irish Ogham lettering spelling freedom, a special word over here given their revolution of 1916. The Gaelic/Irish spelling is written in the back of the belt, it's spelling escapes me.
A few more days and not a minute to spare. Forty-one days on the road and now re-entry is upon me in a few days. Where next?
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