Monday, September 29, 2014
Finally gave it and took myself out to dinner when it became apparent that no one else was going to do it. It seems the key is to bring a pen and paper and look like a brooding writer inspired by Ireland’s rugged beauty rather than a forlorn backpacker on the verge of starvation.

Finally gave it and took myself out to dinner when it became apparent that no one else was going to do it. It seems the key is to bring a pen and paper and look like a brooding writer inspired by Ireland’s rugged beauty rather than a forlorn backpacker on the verge of starvation.

Found a little castle-looking thing happening on a cliff

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Noryangjin Fish Market by stuckinseoul on Flickr.

A little walk by the sea today (in which I’ve finally discovered how to use filters on the camera phone- so it begins.)

What?! Ireland is not in the Schengen Area? (For some reason I was 100% convinced it was, to the point of somberly telling another American he might get deported soon.) So I won’t be starting my 90 days until I actually land in Austria…in fact, if the only Schengen countries I visit after Austria are Poland, Spain, and possibly Portugal, then I don’t think I need to worry about it at all! Awesome!

I booked my flights on Ryanair to England (London) and Austria (Linz) respectively, hopefully my bag will make it through without me having to wear all of my clothes because I would die of heat exhaustion and have to roll everywhere.

One week left in Ireland now- I want to either Couchsurf the rest of the way or hitchhike to cut costs, although €17 for a hostel dorm bed no longer makes me blanch in shock like it first did. 17 days til Austria, ich kann fast nicht warten!

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Ceann Trá, Ireland

#fearless

It was actually a blessing that the bike rental shops were all closed today because it forced me to overcome my fear of hitchhiking alone, a fear which was itself overpowered by the much stronger fear of being struck and killed by a speeding Irish car careening down a winding, shoulderless Irish country road as I attempted to walk the 42 kilometer scenic route. First a woman with a kid picked me up and took me to the nearest beach, and later two young zoologists took me on a small tour of the rest of the loop and then dropped me off right in front of my hostel. One had lived in New Zealand, where hh-ing is apparently quite popular, and had had a roommate from my home town. I’m taking this as a sign that I should pursue my ambition to become a white water rafting guide in New Zealand this summer instead of returning to the U.S.

Now if only I could make some hostel friends so I don’t have to work on my fear of eating in restaurants alone. I can travel around the goddamn world by myself but not order some fish and chips?! *Sigh* Boldness is only my strong suite in the face of desperation, not when I could continue to sit on the sofa in front of the fire with my phone, cozily albeit hungrily.

Dingle Peninsula, Ireland

Saturday, September 27, 2014
American friend told me this was his favorite Irish city. Dublin hosts told me it’s called “Stab City” and the friend who told them there was no stabbing got half his ear bitten off there. The bus/train station seemed okay though.

American friend told me this was his favorite Irish city. Dublin hosts told me it’s called “Stab City” and the friend who told them there was no stabbing got half his ear bitten off there. The bus/train station seemed okay though.

Taking the bus to Dingle…started at 8.00, got off at 19.30 (with layovers in Dublin, Limerick, and Tralee) but I think it was worth it. The west coast is where it’s at, I must say.

Taking the bus to Dingle…started at 8.00, got off at 19.30 (with layovers in Dublin, Limerick, and Tralee) but I think it was worth it. The west coast is where it’s at, I must say.