I was quite reluctant to leave the comfort of Buggles Bar B&B. The room had the comfiest bed and pillows. Landlady Carmel waved me off and into the wall of water I ventured.
Took the ferry out of Clare and into Kerry. And apart from that I dont recall anything of interest about this cycle. It was just same as, same as. Maybe I should fast forward to my holiday in Courtmacsherry, miss out Killarney, Bantry and Baltimore and take the bus as the guys at Buggles had explained was so easy? They can take push bikes no problem.
I wasnt sure I was really going to experience anything new in these places, except perhaps the stay on Cape Clear (off Baltimore) which I had been looking forward to. I had this romantic idea of tracking down the 'Larry O'Rourke', my favourite fishing boat when I was a kid, which had been sold to someone there. But hey, that was 25~30 yrs ago. Hardly likely to still be there. Plenty of time to ponder when cycling alone.
Then the clincher came.
In a rare moment of non-rain, on a level, perfectly straight, clear road this *%!!er passed REALLY close to me. Centimetres. Luckily I didnt swerve a pothole or wobble at that moment and was as far left as the road allowed. Had I been more 'in' the road, so-to-speak, would that have forced him to pull out and around me; or would he have just ploughed straight into me? Was my cautious and considerate riding my saviour or near downfall? Despite being decked in luminous yellow and having eye catching twirly things on the back of my bike, I think he didnt see me at all (why else pass so perilously close - for both of us). I guess all the twirlies in the world wont help if the idiot doesnt look.
So in Tralee I abandoned thoughts of camping and booked into a hotel.
Some pictures of me to break the sombre tone of this entry:
Distance about 39 miles so total now 612 miles.
get the bus
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