Waking up at
7:30am seemed like a great idea, until about 7:30am. We tried to carefully sneak around and out of
the room without waking the room mate…no chance, sorry Letitia. Apparently when the people the night before
said the entire town of Dingle goes out and drinks on Saturday night, they were
not kidding…the streets we absolutely empty from 7:30-9:00am. So, what is there to do in an empty town with
3 roads…you guessed it…absolutely nothing.
We walked around the town about 7 times.
At 8:30, we
called all of the bike shops in town, hoping to rent some road bikes and head
out to Slea Head…all 2 stores were still closed. Finally, at 9:15, Paddy of Paddy’s bike shop
woke up to our phone call and rented us some bikes. Don’t worry Mom and Dad, the roads were
totally safe. There were huge bike
lanes, protected shoulders, no gravel or bushes in the road, and we wore arm
and leg pads. O wait, sorry, Paddy
doesn’t even rent helmets, the 2 lane road is as wide as a SmartCar, pot holes
the size of small craters, and absolutely no shoulder. As cars whizzed by at 80 km/hr, we shit our
pants for about the first five minutes, and eventually became immune to the
feeling.
Photo stop 1, Jason
needs a break. Photo stop 2, Jason
ball-taps Aaron. Photo stop 3, USA
sheep…represent. In Ireland, farmers
decide that instead of fencing off their sheep, it would just be easier to
graffiti them with a custom design…and one farmer chose red and blue stripes. The
white stripes was the fur, Doug. We
finally got to the view...high cliffs with water crashing on them…pretty
sweet. In the distance, 2 islands. Hey Damien, is that Iona, where Columba began
his monestary? Yes, it is, suck it, we
listen in your class…Devere Scholars represent.
Its 11:30, bus
at 12:20, and were riding back to Dingle…hit up a some local sandwich shop
called Subway, and get on the bus…back to sleep…again, no scenery descriptions,
sorry nature lovers. Apparently, if you
speak an obnoxious foreign language, your seat is reserved in the back of the
bus. From Dingle à Tra Li, a group of 6
annoying foreigners decided to recant their night at full volume, I hinted that
they quite down, but clearly they are like the illegals in Arizona, they speak
no English.
We got back
around 4:00pm, showered, and had a David moment, trust fall in a towel…luckily
they stayed on. Jay opens his door to be
greeted by the following sign, “Jason, I put my dick on everything in your
room. Signed, Gabe.” WTF Gabe,
completely unnecessary, but I laughed at the situation…awkward to say the
least.
In case you
aren’t a once every 4-years soccer fan like I am, tonight was the world
cup. We headed off to a bar, trying to
avoid the entire gang of 30 UCC, non-Devere scholars, but they spotted us in
the street and pulled us into a bar.
Luckily, there was free BBQ and the bartender didn’t forget my order
every single time…whatever. Spain won,
sorry world, but I really could have cared less…baseball is cool, LeBron is a
douche, and football is pretty sweet, but soccer + America = only every couple
years. (J-Wilks, you’re an exception,
you follow that shit and know more than most Europeans). That night, we came back after the game, Gabe
was piss drunk, screaming about heresy…it was hilarious. We proceeded to let him continue talking to
the couch and we snuck off to bed…good night Gabe.
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