Day 8: Dublin to Killarney

October 9, 2010 16:51 – 16:51

We’re in Killarney at a country inn B&B called Gleann Fia. Shortly after our late lunch (we picked up sandwiches at a Topaz—a highway rest stop of sorts similar to On the Run and Sheetz, but smaller) just before reaching the Rock of Cachel, I asked Karen “Where are our passports?” When she replied “Good question,” I knew we were in trouble. We think we might’ve left them in a drawer at the Eaton Square house—for “safe keeping.” I vaguely remember thinking a week ago “I sure hope we remember to take them with us when we leave.” In any case, I called Niamh, and asked her to check. Hopefully, we’ll get an email saying she found them, in which case we’ll either try to get them FedExed to us in Galway (where we’ll be on Monday & Tuesday nights), or we’ll go back to Dublin on our way to Belfast on Wednesday. If she can’t find them, I guess we’ll call the State Department.

With this weighing heavily on our minds, we naturally didn’t do a lot of sightseeing on the way down to Killarney. While we stopped at the Rock of Cachel (a very old complex that includes a castle), we just parked the car, tore it apart looking for our passports, then looked for a phone to call Niamh. I did manage to get a few pictures in Cachel, though, which is in the heart of County Tipperary (from which “it’s” a long way).

They’re doing restoration work on the Cachel complex. So, if you’re not photographically selective, this is what you see:

Backing off is a bit better:

But, ignoring everything to the left makes all the difference:

Guarding the Rock were these fierce creatures:

After leaving Niamh a message, we decided to forge ahead to Killarney. At the Gleann Fia in Killarney, Connor—who checked us in and gave us the rundown on what we should do & see while here—was kind enough to try Niamh again, and we got her this time. She hadn’t yet received our earlier message. She said she’d check for the passports, but probably not until tomorrow. We have our fingers crossed.

At Connor’s suggestion, we went to dinner at the Bricin. The food was fabulous, although the service was very slow. There was a party of about 30 people next to us who seemed to be consuming most of the wait staff’s attention. They were also not into whispering. If you’ve ever been at Los Tios in Alexandria on a Saturday night, you know what I’m talking about. When we left the restaurant almost two hours after we got there, our ears breathed sighs of relief.

For starters, Karen ordered fish chowder (it was wonderfully creamy—some of the best we’ve ever tasted)—while I had mussels—in a garlic & wine cream sauce. Also delicious. For main courses, Karen had spaghetti carbonara, while I had salmon stuffed with crabmeat and mushrooms. Both were perfect. To go with it, we both had the house red—a French Corbière. For dessert, Karen had the sticky toffee pudding, and I had warm chocolate cake with whipped cream and chocolate chip ice cream. With a nice strong cup of coffee, mine was perfect.

When we arrived back at Gleann Fia, we found a barrage of electro-funk music with blasting bass. Our innkeepers called to ask them to turn it down, and they did… for a while. After a half hour, the walls were vibrating again. After a second call, they turned it down again. I can still hear it with my ears uncovered, but with my earphones blasting Yosemite Falls into my ears, not so much.

Tomorrow, we head west onto the Dingle Peninsula. And, hopefully, we’ll receive word that our passports have been located. I don’t think we’ll leave them in a drawer for safekeeping again anytime soon… assuming we get them back.

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