Stage seven: Ballybunnion to Galway…Take Me Home, Country Roads!
Today’s stage didn’t look all that and a bag of chips on paper: reality bites/you don’t cycle on paper! I knew that there was no breakfast option, but I had a rare and inspired moment of forward planning as I walked back from dinner last night: stopped at a chippy for chips avec le sauce du curry. Trés bon, and perhaps it helped today?
The first mission was to catch the 0830 ferry from Tarbert to Killimer: as pronto a 15 miles as I could muster…
I make it with ten minutes to spare. In the event though…
Bet O.C. didn’t have to wait an hour…
Woo-hoo…let’s get on with it!
I didn’t have fog on my Irish weather bingo card, I must admit. The facilities at Tarbert were nil: I got as cold as I’ve been for a long time. There was a tannoy though- unfortunately the thing kept relaying maybe one word in three, and at different volumes so the net effect was more confusion. The other delayed punters were tourists mainly, with the USA and Germany well represented. I could’ve sworn that I heard ‘Is that Norman Collier?’, in German…
Just the one wind farm en route. Weren’t going hung-ho either, pleasingly…for me!
Don’t dis the Soreen. Got loads if you want some.
This was today’s landscape- rolling, rolling, rolling.
And this was amongst the larger of today’s carriageways!
Got assaulted by some lairy vegetation.
So today’s stage was made more tricky than it oughta have been by blind assumption that there’ll be somewhere along the way for me to get food and water. From mile 3 until mile 75 that assumption bit me, hah-hah! I was *this* close to knocking on some random civilian’s door to ask for water, when Google reckoned there’d be a petrol station 4 miles in the right direction. And there was! Even in the US, the longest section with zero stores was only 60 miles! Yeah, I can already hear you playing the World’s Smallest Violin…
Kilmacduagh Abbey. Thought it might be tonight’s acco, for a second…
If this was France, this bad boy would be a lifesaver! #eaupotable
Getting there. Used to be fields round here, y’know…
It was great to have a bus lane all to myself on the run-in to Galway: oh yeah, and a helping breeze too. Get in! Found the acco with no fuss and the hostess is top-notch. All except that doing my sainted laundry is not an option, hah-hah!
Water, reflections, I dunno!
Almost there, giving it some serious Van der Valk!
The penthouse suite awaits. Guaranteed I’ll whack my noggin on that ceiling, hah-hah!
Prior to embarking on a refuelling and rehydration mission. Cheers!
So the usual suspects remain: the stats and the tune…
A smidge under a ton…felt today though. #selfinflicted
There was only one number that kept on playing away, summing-up today’s rather poor lifestyle choices…
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