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We woke up in our luxurious suite, showered, and packed our bags for camping and leaving behind.  We had breakfast downstairs and left our suitcases with the management while we went in search of rental bikes.  A few doors down, we rented two bikes from Small Boy and ignored his discouragement of doing the Ring of Kerry (due to traffic and gypsies) and started anyway.  I never saw bad traffic or any gypsies, though, so who knew what he meant.  We started our journey in the afternoon,  going clockwise around the Ring of Kerry (I do everything clockwise, so driving in roundabouts here is agreeable!)  We stopped to take photos of the mountains and lakes around Killarney, passed the Muckross House and Abbey, stopped to see the Torc Waterfalls, and continued on to Kenmare.

In Kenmare, we had lunch at O’Donnabhain’s Bar and Guest House.  I had a local stout while Dan preferred tea.  He had the bangers and mash with mushrooms and I had a goat cheese tart without the chorizo.  It sprinkled a few drops, but we sat outside anyway with our umbrella out over us.  We stayed in Kenmare long enough to spend two euros apiece to see the Druid (Stone) Circle just up the road.  Like Stonehenge, it was much smaller than I had anticipated, but it was still pretty cool, just to have that in your town like that and all.  We stayed long enough to take photos and then headed on the road towards Sneem.

The trip to Sneem wasn’t particularly long, but the fact that it had started raining and Dan’s seat was ridiculously uncomfortable made journey much worse.  We got to Sneem drenched around dinnertime and found a pub with toasties and soup where we warmed up and checked the wi-fi for a game plan.  We left Sneem after dinner and continued through Caherdaniel towards Waterville when night was finally falling.  We were both miserably soaked, trying to bike in rain ponchos against the storm coming off of the ocean.  We finally chose a hillside on a giant mountain outside of Waterville where we pitched a tent in the dark and tied our bikes together.  We left the bikes in the bushes and crawled inside our tent.  It felt warm at the moment, but Dan didn’t have spare clothes and I didn’t have anything warm for my feet.  I changed into a dry hoodie and then we were forced to lay in a cold, condensing, leaking tent the entire night.  The wind was strong and we were in severe pain trying to lay on the rocky ground.



Pretty flowers.



Torc Waterfall.



View in Killarney National Park.



Sheep on the Kerry Way.


Me and Dan on the Kerry Way.





Druid Circle.



View along the Ring of Kerry outside of Sneem.