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Two 'oul Boys and a Bike - Day 6 (Story)

June 06, 2017  •  Leave a Comment

Last night was spent in the Ocean View B&B in Cahersiveen, where once again we were treated far and away above anything we could have expected. Maureen, originally from New York City and now married to Henry from Meath, washed and dried three sets of soaking wet cycling gear of Ken's without charge. Their B&B is very close to the ferry terminal from Valencia Island - Ocean View, Rennard Road, Cahersiveen.

Ken decided he would like to make a visit to Valencia Island, so I left him back to Port Magee and headed on myself to take some photographs en route to our first coffee stop of the day in Glenbeigh.

When I saw the name Kells on the map in the same vicinity as Glenbeigh but with a road running right down to the sea, I thought it had to be worth a visit. It was, though the narrowness of the road, which had grass along much of its centre, made driving a somewhat precarious but worthwhile venture.


The beach at Kells, Co. Kerry


When I arrived in Glenbeigh, there were a number of pubs, coffee shops etc so I asked a lady coming out of SuperValu which one she would recommend. Her answer was immediate - 'Rumours'. I thanked her and sat in the car for 20 minutes or so, waiting for Ken to arrive.

He evidently cycled past me but maybe he wasn't expecting to find me in the car park of St. James' Catholic Church. Anyway, he telephoned to say he was sitting in 'Rumours'. The coffee was great as was the 'craic', as Ken recounted, while crossing on the ferry to Cahersiveen, having again met up with Maurice Hurley, the retired teacher from Dublin, whom we had first met in Sneem. We took the opportunity to talk to the staff in Rumours about the WAW adventure and gave them some literature about it and Fields of Life.

We went outside some minutes later and Ken was stroking a small dog waiting outside the cafe with its own dish of water. The dog's owner, who had obviously heard something of our previous conversation, came out and asked some questions. "What a wonderful thing it is you're doing," she said, "I'd like to help." And she did so with a €20 note.

Off we set again, wondering as always 'who or what' was going to happen next. I hadn't gone very far - Killorglin - and having not seen that much traffic on the journey up to that point, wondered what was causing the hold up in the middle of the town. Eventually, I reached the hold up and there, once again, was the afore mentioned Maurice Hurley, bedecked in a multicoloured GCS tee shirt and doing some Global Citizen School thing with a horde of school kids who were all over an office building or similar's 'green space' and spilling on to the road as well.  I thought about honking my horn and waving, but didn't, fearful that my action and particularly my gestures might be misunderstood.

The next town on my route to Dingle was  Castlemaine. And what son of that town became famous/infamous in another country, far far away? Answers please on €20 or £20 notes.

Between Dingle and Castlemaine lies Inch Strand, a photographer's delight.


Inch Strand

However, it was while I was photographing here that I had my first and, hopefully, my only problem with Ken's Audi. I took one photograph and then decided I would move to what I thought might be a better vantage point. However, when I came back to the car, I opened the driver's door, sat down, put my seat belt on and switched on the ignition. The car started immediately as did the hazard warning lights with their accompanying racket. I thought I must have inadvertently hit it with my hand and so I pushed it in again. The light and the noise both continued. I then switched the car off but the lights and noise continued.

I got out of the car and realised that another Audi was parked beside me. I explained my problem to the driver and asked if he knew what might be causing it to happen. "If you know the correct fuse for it, just rip it out and it'll stop."

I didn't know and it didn't stop. I drove most of the rest of the way to Dingle with lights flashing and horn sirening. However, when I stopped to take another photograph and opened and then locked the door, everything was back to normal.

Dingle has some of the most colourful shop fronts anywhere. Here are a selection.


Dingle shop front


Paudie's Bar, Dingle, Co KerryPaudie's Bar, Dingle, Co KerryLeica D-Lux 4 Dingle shop front



Dingle shop front


We dined in Dingle - now there's a title for a story or a song. However, we're spending tonight in Castlegregory in a place which could well be described as 'relics of 'oul dacency'. Don't miss tomorrow night's blog.

Please don't forget that this 'road trip' has a serious purpose. We hope to raise £4,000 to finance the digging of a well in Uganda by Fields of Life, an organisation Ken has supported for many years, having, in the past, helped in the building of a school in Uganda.

If you would like to help in the financing of the well, please go to justgiving.com/fundraising/missionbybike


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