I am behind a few cities because finding time and Internet access here is harder than I thought.
In Ireland Coby and I had planned a 13 mile hike down the Wicklow Way south of Dublin. A lot of people hike for 7-9 days depending on how hardcore you want to get. I decided we would just do the taster version. So we woke up in the morning and walked to the bus, which took us awhile because we didn’t know exactly where to find our stop. We waited about 20 minutes before our bus got there. We sat on the top of our double-decker bus and took off toward Marlay Park. The bus ride was an experience for me because they are so big and you are up so high that you feel like your right on top of the little tiny cars in front of you, there were a few time that I swear I thought we would run right into a building. We asked another guy on the bus if he knew which stop we needed to get off on, even though he did not know the exact stop he stayed on the bus until we got off and we didn’t realize he did something so nice until we saw him walking back to the last stop. We went into this park that is a least a few miles wide. It was filled with lush grass, paths, trees and of course golf courses which we soon found out the Irish like their golf courses. I think we walked by at least 5 golf courses along our hike. We walked up the mountain for what seemed like 4 or 5 miles and we kept saying we really wished the down hill would come sooner. You have to remember we had a pretty good Guinness run and that Irish food is not light. When we reached the top we found beautiful rolling hills and great green pastures with little villages in them. We walked through the garden with what seemed like ease compared to the altitudes of New Mexico and Colorado. We finally made it to the downhill portion and walked through some sort of jungle landscape with flowers and bushes right beside you; we had to push and shove our way through practically. Finally we met a road and had to walk along that for longer than I would like making our way through little small villages and farms and ….golf courses.
We were getting thirsty and hungry at this point and we had heard of this bar named Johnny Foxes, which claims to be the highest bar in Ireland. Coby had the lamb shank and I had the lamb stew. They both were delicious and washed down with a pint of Guinness. At this point we decided to cheat since our host at the B&B said they would pick us up there if we wanted them to. It would have been an easy 5-6 miles down the road but we decided to give them a call and soon we were in our room. As soon as we picked out our room and I saw the big comfy bed I got under the covers and fell asleep until I heard some of the other guests arriving off the trail. We all went into town and Coby was still full from lunch that we just decided to walk around the small town of Enniskerry where we found the path to the falls that we took the next day after a wonderful breakfast.
In the morning we got a ride into town and dropped off near the waterfall which was beautiful . I took lots of pictures then we took a very long walk to the Powerscourt Gardens, paid our fee and then walked that entire garden where again, I took lots of pictures. Then we had to walk back to town to catch the bus back to Dublin. I was needless to say, tired and my feet were aching. But boy was I a trooper! We then made it back to Dublin and had to walk to another bus with full packs on and if you would have pushed me with your pinky finger I would have tipped over. We made it to another hotel near the airport so we could catch our 7 am flight. Off to Paris we go!!!!
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