Off to Tramore. It's a coastal town, popular resort "let's take the kids to the beach for the weekend" kind of place. Trashy. No place very exciting to eat, couldn't even find a pub worth hanging out in, and very little written in our guidebooks. Took about four hours. We stopped off for lunch in a little pub called "The Old Thatch." Named for the thatched roof, you dirty birds. Lots of people speaking Irish! Or their accent was too thick for me to follow the conversation. Directions are a bit dodgy. We are informed how to get to the town, but not the actual place with a bed where we have reservations. Actually, signs around Ireland are more theoretical than literal. And as they are on poles with arrows, we found later there is no guarantee of them actually facing the correct direction.
After the nice old people in the church office (we figured they'd have to be nice to us) pointed us towards our destination, we found it. Cloneen was beautiful. Perfect room, great food, and it actually looks as good as the pictures on line. Too bad the town was a shithole. Our time in this area wasn't a success, but that's for later. We arrived on Midsummer, the longest night of the year. But Sugarbear was worn out, and although I initially whined, so was I. So we holed up with takeout crepes and watched TV! Shut the curtains and slept heavy (eventually).
Kisses
Jenny
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