A Day in Killarney

We are in the midst of the perfect storm here in Killarney. The Irish bank holiday, a motorcycle expo, and sunny weather have merged into one supercell of heavy traffic and shirtless men.

If you want an old fashioned carriage ride, killarney is the place to go.
If you want an old fashioned carriage ride, killarney is the place to go.

I think I’m allergic to this type of storm. I was sneezing all day, despite having been on a consistent dosage of loratadine since Wales. On the plus side, I was able to hang my handkerchief from the inside of the tent, thus creating “The Hangkerchief”. No need to rummage around when my nose needs a blow, just sit up and snort.

Killarney National Park feels like something more akin to Central Park in New York. Some tourists are boating around the lakes in the park.
Killarney National Park feels like something more akin to Central Park in New York. Some tourists are boating around the lakes in the park.
Killarney National Park is also home to an old abbey. This abbey had a beautiful inner cloister.
Killarney National Park is also home to an old abbey. This abbey had a beautiful inner cloister.

As an introvert I appreciate a place to go away from everyone. Right now I’m surrounded by other people on holiday. Children are screaming, adults are gabbing, motor vehicles are droning. The only solution to escape this cacophony is earplugs. Earplugs end the world as I know it.

We know when we’ve been cycling enough when I get out of the shower and my hair remains in the shape of my helmet.

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