Tuesday 6th October 2026
Camp to Dublin
Early breakfast, including my favourite porridge, dressed in civilian clothing and no boots before wandering down the road to start the transport journey.
Short bus ride to Tralee followed by another short train ride to Mallow and then the long drag into Dublin.
Managed to give Mitch the grandson a call for his 22nd birthday using that very handy WhatsApp
facility on the way to Dublin and wrote a few blog bits to wile away some time.
Bade farewell to our Canadian walking partners before grabbing a taxi and battling our way through traffic to ‘the accommodation’ in town.
When you turn up to a pub that serves pints from 700am and no food since Covid it was no surprise to get the welcome we did.
Jane was propositioned 3 times before she reached the bar and I got harangued by a couple with a combined IQ of about 40. The less than helpful barman come receptionist didn’t help the initial impression.
It is the first time our ‘book a reasonably priced hotel or apartment accommodation’ method seemed to have failed us, especially when the room was at the top of a steepling staircase.
The statement of yesterday about ‘ not having killed each other’ was about to be tested until we walked into a lovely big room with a big shower and bed , plus complimentary nibbles.
Unpacked a bundle of walking clothes that could almost walk their own way to the laundromat given most of the time they had only had the shower and sink wash.
Then a walk through a pretty dicey area with lots of homeless, drug /alcohol affected to the safe haven of the laundromat. It was quiet until an irate guy arrived at the adjacent dry cleaner and starting yelling and banging on the shutter to collect his clothes. Seems he missed closing time by a couple of mi ties or the lady took an early minute.
After spending 5 minutes complaining to we 3 customers and getting no support he shuffled off pretty miffed and without clean clothes.
A bit of a walk along the river and then out to a busy restaurant for dinner and a more discreet walk home on bones and muscles that seemed to be rebelling against a no walking day.
Made a discreet side door entry and then had a night listening to yelling and screaming patrons and pedestrians and the hum of local trains and buses.
