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With two cups of tea and six pieces of buttered toast and jam in our bellies, it was time to leave our hostel and bid farewell to Cork. Before we left the city centre, we had a few errands to run. I mailed home the tarp we brought because it was taking up space and not providing any useful application. I picked up our second butane cook canister because our first one was getting low. Carrie popped into the tourist information office and came out with an armful of guides, maps, and leaflets describing what we just discovered was a coastal route around most of Ireland called the Wild Atlantic Way.
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