Kinsale

After all the mess with the association, I decided to get out of town for the day. Since Ryan had the day off, he came along with me. Kinsale is about 1 hr away from Cork by bus but this was one of the longest hours I've ever spent on a bus. Firstly, the roads in Ireland are built so poorly that two cars going in the opposite direction cannot travel on the same road! You would have thought that when they built roads, traffic would flow two ways....anyways, so when the bus is going straight and another car comes along in the other direction, either the bus or the other car will have to pull over to the side of the road so the other can pass. On top of that, the roads are constructed poorly, so after about 15 minutes on the bus I was ready to throw up. If I did not have my trusty homeopathy remedy on me, I definately would have. Instead, I settled on nausea and looking green by the time I got off the bus. Even Ryan, who doesn't get motion sickness, was having difficulty with the bus.

The town of Kinsale is very small. It has about 2 main roads. We arrived in the afternoon and rented a bike. The bike shop was really nice because it closed at 5:30pm but told us that we could keep the bikes as long as we wanted and to chain them up when we got back and throw the keys into their mailbox.

Ryan and I were on a mission to see the coast, so we headed as south as we could get. Kinsale is a harbour town and it also had bike paths and walking trails. We biked for about 2km to Charles Fort. This place was really cool. It was bascially a fort in a shape of a star with lots of holes in it from the cannons that had attacked it previously. We skipped the tour and spent time playing amoung the ruins. After the fort, we hopped back on our bikes and continued towards the coast. After another few km, we ran out of trail. By the way, the trail was really hilly, and we rode up and down and up and down pretty much the entire way. When we ran out of trail there was a huge hill which of course, we decided to climb. At the top, we were told that we were on private property. The lady told us that the trail had ended and that there was no road to the coast....however, it turns out that she owned the wheat fields that were near where we were biking and you could see the ocean from there. She was kind enough to let us go trekking into her fields. So, we got off our bikes, and walked through 3 wheat fields to finally reach the coast!!! What a sight. It was so quite there because Ry and I were the only ones. You could hear the waves hitting the rocks below. I'm not quite sure how long we stayed on the edge of the cliff but it started to get dark. We ended up riding back through the trails in the dark, and of course, me being a scardy cat, I did not like that much.

To emphasize the smallness of Kinsale, when we were walking up yet another big hill in the dark, a guy asked us if we were ok and needed help. Turns out, he was the guy who rented us the bikes! Crazy! We dicided that we wanted to bike back so we did not take his help. At the top of the hill we saw an amazing view of the city at night with all its lights. When we got back to the town, we decided to reward ourselves by eating Indian food. It's nothing like Toronto and it's more expensive here, but it was Indian none the less.

The bus ride back home was even worse then on the way there. The driver was driving Formula 1 style and we ended up getting back in 1/2 an hour.......I was again a nice shade of green. So, that was my adventure out.

Today is Monday and I just moved to Dublin. I took a 5 hr bus ride and now i'm in hostel again. Getting hungry so I'm going to eat. No word yet from the Chiro Assocaition but i'm going in to shadow the other chiro tonight.