The trip on the 18th was from Galway to Sligo. It was a relatively short trip and although the pictures fail to show what we saw to our north in anticipation of the next day's travel, the scenery was still dramatic.
Our hotel in Galway.
A stop at Knock along the way. Knock (the Irish Lourdes) is the site of of a confirmed apparition in 1879 and was a pleasant surprise as we both expected much more commercialization of the area. Almost none.
Dinner was in Sligo at Fiddlers Creek. An outstanding fish and chips meal surpassed only by the scenery alongside the Garavogue River. We had a window seat and thoroughly enjoyed a "long" meal.
The Garravogue River and Sligo.
The Garravogue River and Sligo.
Although we had directions to an Irish music pub and we were prepared to go, we had second thoughts with the number of young people in town. Not that we have anything against young people, understand, but we learned that Sligo was the host of that which is equivalent to our "Spring-Break" and we weren't certain how well we would fit in.
Noone has yet bitten so I will tell you that "pinks" are potatoes, usually pink in color and in a fingerling shape and size. A "tailback" is a traffic jam.
Now try this one on: what is a "wooly jumper?"
Til later ...
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