Between the riding, surfing, sleeping on the ground, and the hangovers…I’m beat. I don’t have much to say, but I do have a few pics to share.
I ran into some DC representatives at a bar in Limerick and we decided to go hunt for some singletrack. We didn’t find much trail but we did find some really cool country roads (and I sang country road, take me home).
We found this cool cave down some little trail in the middle of nowhere. So we decided to go in and have a look.
John in the DC pain cave?
My bike took me to yet another pub…
Apparently, even the fish enjoy a pint now and then.
The Cliffs of Moher are really just a bunch of cliffs. Good thing I snuck past the lady collecting 2 euros to see them.
I have come to the conclusion that the weather here is shit most of the time. Yet it seems that the surf is always good. I’m missing the first night of SSWC partying to get one more session in. I think it’s the right choice. The water may be freezing cold but the people are incredibly warm and welcoming. Today was by far, the nicest line up I have ever been in. I want to thank Danny, Barry, and Geordie from the Lahinch Hostel for making me feel so at home. I hope that some day you come to Arizona so I can return the favor.
The sun setting on a wonderful day.
Tomorrow I will pedal ~90km south to SSWC base camp in Kilfinane. Hopefully I will get there in time to have a look at the trails before the festivities start in the evening.by