Ireland Trip Final Installment (day 5 and 6)

The fifth day of our trip was by far my favorite. We took a ferry to the Aran Islands which are simply beautiful.

On our way to the ferry, we saw this Hangman style 'Choose your own' Caution sign. As you can see, whoever was guessing letters to complete the puzzle sucked pretty badly getting no correct letters and leaving us only an arm and two legs worth of wrong guesses before this poor silhouetted sucker meets the looped end of a rope. Any guesses??

We chose the bike shop to the right...why? Because we laugh at danger, that's why.











































The Bronx Tale taught them that its ok to love whoever you want...The goat must have given the chihuahua the door test.

























The Aran Islands are magnificent from every angle!

















I've heard this is the best way to get a good look at a T-Bone.....but I'll take the butchers word for it


















The prettiest cottage in Ireland





















This beach appeared out of nowhere after bicylcing around a bend. It is one of the cleanest beaches in Europe




































On the 6th day, we went to Dublin to hang out. On our way there our GPS got screwed up and we found ourselves lost between Trim and Cock























When we finally got to Dublin we were greeted by a man dressed in traditional Irish garb

















This pretty house was smack in the middle of the city.

































Believe it or not, they're real


















...and so is this guy






















We got hungry, so we went to 'Nude' to get lunch. I had the roast beef sandwich with no cheese. Ironically everyone there had their clothes on.


















This prayer was at one of the pubs we hit while there.


























Later that night we went on a traditional Irish music pub crawl. It was really cool. These two guys sang songs and gave us history. They told us all about lock-ins where musicians sit in pubs after hours and continue playing songs all night. From what they told us, during these lock-ins random patrons of the pub can just singing a song from their region (kind of like an open mic) which then exposes everyone else to that music making everyone more well rounded.




After explaining all of this, they asked for a volunteer to sing a song from where they come from. After about 3 or 4 minutes of grueling silence...







I figured I could, when telling this story, talk about how noone got up there and sang; or I could say *** and give it a go. So, I raised my hand and gave the crowd some 'Brother Loves Traveling Salvation Show'.



















That about wraps up the Ireland trip. I'll be back with my regularly scheduled tirades before you know it.