Monday, June 11, 2012

Dingle to Killarney

We had a couple of enjoyable days in Dingle. We had some great music at a folk night in St. James Church and a fun night at the bar in O'Sullivan's Courthouse Pub. We had nice walks in and around Dingle, enjoying the fine weather and the beautiful views. We finished the day with a tour of the Dingle Peninsula where we got to see Slea Head and the Blaskett Islands. Our tour guide, Dennis, drove the two of us in his car to some interesting historical sites where he shared his wealth of information. That night we watched Germany beat Portugal with a room full of Germans.
Today we bussed to Killarney and headed out to watch Ireland play Croatia in the Euro Cup. We found a fairly quiet pub where we watched Ireland put on a fairly poor performance. We had talked a lot with an Irish/English couple and a guy, who turned out to be a criminal lawyer in Dublin. After the game the couple left but we continued talking to the fellow who wrote out a number of things for us to do when we get to Dublin.

After a while we said our good-byes and headed out of the pub...half a block later I realize I don't have my backpack and camera, my brand new camera. I go back to the pub but it is gone....and so is the friendly guy we've been talking to. I check with the waitress but she says the guy we had been talking to had taken it and said he would take it to us. She had said she would keep it at the bar but he insisted. So out I go looking for the guy but he, nor the camera is anywhere in site.....I'm getting a little suspicious but he was such a nice guy and, of course, Mary is still very optimistic, as usual. We wait for a while longer...nothing. We go back in the bar and the waitress and owner both think it is not looking too good for the camera. They sit us down and tell us they will check their CCTV cameras. Mary and I are both feeling pretty crappy by this time. She keeps trying to look on the bright side..."Well at least it wasn't your passport or wallet." And I'm saying, "I don't want to hear any more at leasts, it's not helping!". So I finally get Mary feeling as pessimistic about things as me when the owner comes out and tells us how the cameras have us leaving the pub and going to the left and shortly after the guy is leaving going to the right and concealing the backpack with his jacket. Okay. The owner takes us back to call the Garda. He phones reporting that this couple has had their camera stolen..."What's that," says the owner, " a black Canon camera?"
Turns out the guy had left the pub looking for us...couldn't find us...phoned the police to report it and left it at his hotel's reception desk. It's funny how you can turn so cynical so quickly "I thought something wasn't right with that guy, he was just too friendly." and then just as quickly feel so bad about having those thoughts. And then to top it all off the owner of the pub drove us to the man's hotel and then to our B&B.
The Irish people continue to impress us with their welcoming manner and their friendliness.

Take care.
K & M






Our B&B was a little basic but it kept the rain off.



The Three Sisters.


A famine house.









Location:Killarney, Ireland

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