After our religious experience we needed a drink so wandered down the hill and lo and belhold there was a bar. Fordes. Maureen said ‘I am not going in if there are no women in there’ and when I opened the door the first person we saw was a woman. It was a sign.
So we each ordered a 1/2 pint of Beamish and chatted with
locals about the brewery shutting down, the recession in Ireland and Canada, beer in general and just had a lovely time. We tried to find out where all of the pubs were on the coasters that Maureen had bought. We found out that Fordes had been a family pub since 1850 or so and we even met the owner, a lovely lady . It was starting to get late but we moved into a sunny spot and Michael Crowley a divorced dockworker bought us each a 1/2 pint of fosters which after beamish was like heaven. We were starting to get hungry so thought that some Crisps (potato chips) might take the edge off. Onion and cheese flavoured. Nothing to write home about.
Wandered back across the bridge and caught the #8 right away and rode the 5 or 6 blocks back to the hostel. Had bread and cheese for dinner. really good Irish cheese. Then got our PJ’s and postcards out of the car, made our beds and started to write postcards. Well I did anyway. Maureen read. Our other 2 roomies came in, 2 young girls from Florida. We chatted and found out that they were going to
Killarney early the next morning and when I told them about my Village walks cards they borrowed a few and copied them down so that thet would have a clue where they wanted to go when they got there. They both went out about 10pm and I went to sleep. Ingrid, our dutch roomie, came in very late and then the girls came back and they tried to be quiet, only whispering, but they were very loud whisperers. I did manage to get back to sleep. So much for sharing accommodations. That was OK because we were leaving the next day too.
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