Totally exhausted. Drove the 230-off kilometres from lovely Dromoland to Dublin Airport ... listening to Pink Floyd and with the top down. Heaven.
Then the hell crept in. If the last thing I remember about Ireland is the "airport experience" then I would NEVER revisit the country ... but thankfully I am home now and thinking happy, warm thoughts. Guinness in the Pepper's Bar, trotting in Clonlara, champagne with Louise Kennedy, a six on the par-5 hole 1 at Doonbeg ... despite the 45 kmph wind, Jameson whisky, seeing Chris, drawing a mushroom, catching a hawk at Dromoland and smoking a cigar in the cedarwood hot-tub in the Merrion ... and then all the delicious people I met ...
Next stop is California ... with loads of editing in between ... and more mini-trips planned ... phew.
Song of the Day: Wish You Were here - Pink Floyd
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXdNnw99-Ic
Weather: top-down, shades on and vroooooom!
us
dromoland from the 7th tee
tim has a new friend
if i told you the story, you would NOT believe me! 
