you have to love the names of little towns in Ireland. The river Sheen was very wide.
We stopped at a little weaver shop that had a sale sign out.
Joan and Jean were the proprietors. We met Joan, a sweetheart of a lady. While attempting to get down a sweater that we wanted to try on, she slipped off of the chair she was on and hurt her leg.
We felt awful. When she told us that they didn't take visa as it cost too much for them in their little business, we knew that we had to get some cash and come back.
So with some directions like the shop was in Killabanone then there is the area of Banone
but we needed to go to Kenmare which was just 8 minutes up the road we headed off. We found Kenmare about 15 minutes up the road, a really nice little town that was having a horse show that week.
Found the bank with no trouble and checked out a sweater shop on the corner. Then back to the weaver shop in Killabanone. My sweater was a lovely teal blue and Maureen's was grey white. We got 2 scarves, mittens for Rose and 2 hats. What a great little shop. The ladies must be in their 70's and they still knit everything. Joan also told us about one of the terms they use,' bumpfree' was junk mail.
When we went back through Kenmare we saw two kids. Now this is noteworthy as we hadn't really seen any kids on this trip yet. Where were they all?
We saw a sign that said Killarney was 32 Km. We started to see cyclers. Most were single file but a few were side by side on a narrow road. I went through a small rant about inconsiderate bicyclers in the car but was over it fairly quickly.
The road was becoming very narrow and curvy again and going up into the hills with more traffic. There were some great views but it was not nearly as scary as the Caha.
Molls gap was a break in the rocks literally.
There were sheep with red dots this time in very rocky fields. Lots of sharp corners in the road and lots of sheep both sides of the road up on the hillsides.
Very pretty. The sun was trying to come out but only succeeding every so often.
Lakes started to dot the lowlands below the road and became one long lake winding its way far down the valley.
We entered the Kilarney National Park. It looked rugged with craggy rocks and no more little fields with stonewalls.
We came around one corner and there was a little
lamb in the middle of the road. Maureen slowed in time to
not hit it and honked the horn to try and scare it off the road or it probably would get hit.
It was so darn cute. We pulled off at a viewpoint and got some great pictures of the park. The road brought us through a few tunnels and down to follow the lake.
The trees alongside the road were big all the way to Muckross and into Killarney. Killarney is literally at the edge of the Killarney National Park.
When we came to a traffic circle Maureen mentioned that she was always a little unsure of which way to go as in Canada we go the right and here we had to go to the left so I said If you want to know which way to go just go to kill Denny referencing of course my position in the car.
We both enjoyed that one.
Killarney has great roads, wide roads, clearly marked roads. We followed the ring road along a river and by a very large church.
We located the orange pub and then the Killarney International Hostel. We saw bunny rabbits on the way up the driveway. Everything was going great until I went to check us in and they said our booking was for the next night. They were booked up solid with a school tour and had no rooms available.
I was very sad and confused as I had booked us in . In the end they did find us a great room and after we settled in we went for dinner to the Gold Nugget (the Orange pub) just down the street. Maureen had corn chowder and I had fries and we both had harp beer. I like harp . Sleep came quickly once we got back to the hostel.
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