05.12.2014 - 05.12.2014 6 °C
We were thinking of tracking along the coast toward Dublin but decide Dungarvan and Kilkenny are on our hit list as we head north. But first I have to take a picture of the crab berries on the tree beside car. Lovely rich reddish berries almost like cherries at a quick glance.
We knock on the front door and give our room keys to Maureen, and just as we’re about to reverse out Gerry pulls up and say goodbye. He’s heading off to swing a stick at that little white ball at the local golf club.
Before we know it we’re in Dungarvan and securing a seat in Meades Café, they have the best Irish Crème cappuccinos, especially when accompanied with apple crumble a big dollop of cream. The staff are welcoming and very friendly. I spot the old pushbike on the way in and have to get a picture before we leave.
Even the view from the local car park is almost spectacular with the old stone buildings surrounding its perimeter.
So many churches dot the landscape here, and Kilkenny is no exception. One is undergoing some major renovations but looks fabulous all the same.
The streets here seem even narrower than other towns we’ve been through, but I’m continually impressed with how polite all drivers are – many Australians (especially those with a dose of road rage) could learn a great deal from these drivers.
We park the car and jag a parking lot machine out of order. We walk away but I see the local parking inspector making a beeline for the lot – I wait, and I watch - as we have no parking ticket on our dash. All good, he sees the dysfunctional parking ticket machine.
A quick lunch at Brassiere 17, as we have to be in Dublin by 3:00pm to connect with our next BnB hosts – a young couple named Diago and Rocio. You guessed it – another delicious soup for lunch with some crunchy breads. Good food is a constant in this cold weather – so much energy used up keeping warm and the soups are loaded with veggies.
Lynn spots a photo opportunity across the road – two very colourful doors – it seems these are attractions and a lot of people make the trek to Brassiere 17 for the photo. Maybe it’s the colour and the patterning across the top, there is a little something that makes you want to look at these bright coloured little timber pieces.
Dublin here we come – we’re running a little late – still having trouble with our mobiles and contacting our hosts. On the way though we see an hilarious photo moment, but we're travelling fast along the motorway and don't have time to get out iPhone cameras out and shoot. Traffic ahead had slowed to a crawl - then as we speed up and pass an off-ramp - we see a police 4WD with lights and siren blaring trying to either pull over or round up a stray little old white Morris with reindeer antlers poking up from each front window and a ton of coloured balloons hanging out the back windows. Someone was getting into the Xmas spirit early.
We reach our destination and are met by Diago who shows us to the apartment. He works in the investment sector so has to head back to work – we decide to take the light rail tram that just out front of the apartments and see the streets and places around Dublin.
We settle on Diago’s recommendation of Madigan’s Pub in O’Connell Street – a very warm and inviting spot – although the walk up O’Connell Street is absolutely freezing (wind chill) – the gorgeous Christmas lights give the cold night air a little warmth.
With the long trek from Cork to Dublin we decide on an early night so we can rise early tomorrow and see more of the city before we jet out to Manchester late in the afternoon.