.. ah, the wonders that a hot bath and a pint of guinness (for Richard), Baileys for me can bring! Now ensconced in our hotel room in Rosslare. Guess what? we've arrived in Ireland in the tail end of a hurricane, to quote the guy in the bar. Ah well, at least we've putour waterproof kit to the test. Apart from the wind, rain and delays to the ferry actually leaving, it's been a great day. Three things I've learnt so far on our travels - R's head requires a helmet size of M 58 cms (well, that's what the sticker says on the back of his helmet; R can do a mean Irish accent and lastly, never, ever sneeze in your helmet. Night night world. Clare
What have I learned? 1. The unlined gloves make your hands black when they get soaking wet.
2. Five hourse solid riding isn't as painful as you might think, even in sthe rain.
3. It's not a myth - Guinness really does taste better in Ireland.
4. Don't always believe Google maps - having ridden straight past the hotel, which is right next to the ferry port, we ended up on a 20-minute wild goose chase because I had loaded the sat nav with completely the wrong location on the basis of what I had gleaned from the net.
5. Amazingly, the Welsh pennant I stuck to the front mudguard survived all the way to the ferry.
R
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| Soggy on the poop deck! |
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