Heading back out to the coast was wild but sunny as I got clear of the mountains. Conamarras a beautiful landscape and the coast although flat has a wild beauty about it.
The following morning after a full Irish, I was heading down to the Cliffs of Moher
I was diverted from the coast due to road works and had to approach from the South, and to my dismay found that there was now an entrance fee to pay, to view the cliffs. My bike was starting to give me trouble, but was still running but after stopping for a cigarette, the bike blew over yet again in the wind and wouldn't start again. I intended to try a small road further away from the visitor centre, but once I got the bike running again decided to keep going onto Tralee.
|Crossing the Shannon|
It was there I met a great guy who was up from Waterford on IT work who had a spare bed in his hotel room. He kindly offered me the opportunity which I took. We had drank heavily, mostly at his expense so I was relieved to be able to buy him one in the Hotel Bar.
I took every opportunity to recruit young men to be a donor of bone marrow cells and he was not excluded and he promised me he would do so. I do hope he did.
After turning down the opportunity to 'steal' a breakfast the next morning in case he got into trouble with the hotel or his company, I was off to ride the Dingle Peninsular.
I had been half way around the Dingle peninsular years ago and had to cut it short due to time limitations, so I was wanting this a lot, to see what I had missed. It was a hard ride out west into that strong wind which had been blowing in from the Atlantic for days now and soon I had to follow the road from the North side of the Peninsular and across the pass to the south side, which was covered in low cloud. It was a big climb in a short distance and soon I was in the fog that lingered over the tops. Down and out of it, the weather turned a bit brighter again and then I was through Dingle and out to the tip of the peninsular.
|Climbing up from The coast north to south Dingle|
Dingle Bay to do the Ring of Kerry, but not without taking some dramatic pictures of the clouds coming over the bay from that peninsular.
As mentioned the bike was problematic with it's firing and I decided to have a look at it before heading west again. I looked at everything and it seemed fine but when it came to restarting, Nothing. Nada.
A mechanic at the garage went home to get me a pulley for the magneto hoping it was the problem I had back in Dublin. No. Everything looked good and after starting to get desparate I closed the gap on the plug to near touching and suddenly it was back running again. The mechanic couldn't believe his eyes as I rode off after two hours of torment.
Unfortunately that two hours delay left me with the next weather front comiing in before I could progress very far. The mechanic had told me that there was a Harley meet somewhere on the peninsular and I hoped to find it and do some recruiting. However I only got going and the rain came sheeting down and soaked me right through. I was approaching Kells and because of the rain it was almost black, when I noticed a cafe gift shop with a covered customer area at the back and apparently deserted. I was straight in, under cover and stripped of all my wet gear before I started to feel the cold.
It looked like there was a house behind the gates at the back but there were no lights so I thought I was mistaken, until Icoughed and a dog started barking. I lay still and eventually the dog fell quiet and so I slept, until I woke early in need of the toilet. I rolled a cigarette and the rustle of the paper started the dog off again. Another period of stillnes while I smoked my cigarette before grabbing the last couple of hours sleep.
I woke fortunately just before a delivery van arrived and I was packed and ready to go. I rode around the front of the building to realise the shop was open and there were petrol pumps. I filled up and went to the shop only to be quized by the old lady serving. I confessed to sleeping round the back and apparently it was her dog barking and had woken her. I told her the story of the ride and she treated me to a cup of coffee, bless her.
I rounded the tip of Kerry in lovely sunshine and headed to Sneam for the worst cup of coffee I have ever had, then headed for the Beare peninsular.
I actually felt I had achieved as much these last couple of days