The owner of the Blue Moon Hostel was right. We started our ride and within ten minutes it started to rain. Normally a little rain isn’t so bad. The trouble was that the little rain ended up lasting all day.
By the time we reached the hostel in Glencolumbkille, the wet had penetrated our rain proof layers. The only way we were able stay warm was to keep pedaling. We were very glad we were going to be sleeping indoors.
That night the hostel owner Paul shuttled us and some others to a local pub. I was expecting a low key place filled with locals and a few tourists. It was just the opposite. There was a group of 18 year old Americans who were busy getting shitfaced and acting like 18 year old boys. The place was loud and crowded. We were hoping to hear some live music and relax with a pint. Instead the place felt like a college bar on a Friday night.