Ireland

So I have finished my Ireland part of the trip, this is what has transpired so far.  We flew in on the 26th arriving around 8 am, it then took us about an hour and half to reach the small town of Kinvara, where we would be staying.  We proceeded directly to a pub and got an Irish breakfast followed by approx. 6 Guinness pints apiece.  The fathers, not listening to their own advice proceeded to bar hop all day, while we went back and got our first sleep of the day.  We met the fathers at 6 30 for dinner, and they were already rip roaring drunk.  We went to dinner, right on Kinvara bay, overlooking a castle.  Once the dads got too roudy we left the restaurant and proceeded to the first pub of the night.  At the first pub, we began with arm wrestling contests with Mr. Ably, he was screaming so loud when I beat him, that we needed to stop.  Next we went on to darts, where Jackie boy made the quote of the week saying that he could no longer drink guinness this night, so he needed to switch to double Jameson's on the rocks.  Johnny me and Jackie boy played darts for a few hours, during which we made the fateful decision to start up shots, so the shots kept coming all night.  We then went to another bar, met as many friends as we could.  Once we met our new friends we purchased some takeaways from the bar, and invited a ton of people back to our place.  The guitars came out, and the beers, and the fuzzy memories, and the tons of pictures.  I ended up going to bed and accidently locking out my house mates of the other house we were sleeping in.  I have yet to hear the end for this honest mistake.  This is exactly how a week in Ireland should start.

The next day we arose early at 4 30 pm, and proceeded to the Cliffs of Moher.  Cliffs that are between 7 and 8 hundred feet straight down to the ocean below.  Some brave soles crawled out and stuck their heads over to get a once in a life time view.  I was not one of these brave few.  We then watched some people sit on the edge with their feet hanging over taking pictures.  Well some watched others like myself and Jimbo were busy puking, he fortunately shares in my grave fear of heights.  We then proceeded from the cliffs to another bar, where we were served pints of guinness and irish stew from an 8 yr old girl.