Last Day in Ireland

     Before the Sexually Deranged Cat Wrangler has a chance to impose more rules upon us we get up early and hit the road. First step to getting to Slaehead: back out of the parking space. Brandi had a few problems with this. After the 3rd attempt we finally mount

the curb onto the sidewalk, "Uh Brandi, you know we're not in reverse." Reply, "Oh god, I was wondering what was wrong." After that it was all forward driving, except when I stuck my head out the window to take a picture and lost my hat... Yet again we lucked out with fantastic weather while we toured through this hidden gem that is the Dingle coast. Unfortunately we weren't able to visit the Cliffs of Moher or the Gap of Dunloe, but traveling along this coast through the tiny villages is something I wouldn't change; it's where you see the true Ireland. However, the Cliffs of Moher and the Gap of Dunloe are now an excuse for me to go back.

     After looping through this peninsula we headed for Killarney. There we were able to stretch our legs and go for a hike to see some of their famous waterfalls. Uncle Rob was also able to sweat out some of his hangover. Justine also sported her skinny jeans and skater shoes, her favourite fashion statement. At this point we thought we should probably find out when the last bus to Rosslare Harbour leaves from Cork...

"An hour and a half."
"And how long does it take to get to Cork from here?"
"An hour and a half."
"Of course it does... Shit."

Well, time to pick up the pace and most importantly... not get lost. By this point my navigation skills were so finely tuned I didn't even need the map; this to Uncle Rob's unease... it was a good laugh. We drop the car at the airport and catch a cab to the bus station with only minutes to spare, until we find out they're behind schedule. This was not looking good for us. Here's where things get really interesting.

     So our bus leaves late and we catch a connection in Waterford which is also behind schedule. After 5 hours of dealing with the worst bus system I've ever encountered we arrive at Rosslare Harbour. The last ferry to Wales leaves at 9:45 pm and it's 9:50pm. We make a mad dash with our stuff dragging behind us hoping they are also behind schedule... They're not, we missed it. But, to our luck another company had their last ferry delayed because a lady fell down the stairs, "Are we bad people for being happy about this?" We buy our tickets and as we board the ferry we pass our lucky charm who is still stranded on the stairs, "Thank you unfortunate lady." With a 3.5 hour journey ahead, some of us sleep, some watch movies and one lucky person battles sea-sickness. *It was kind of fun trying to walk on the upper levels though.

     We dock in Fishguard and have an hour wait before we catch a series of trains into Cardiff. After napping in multiple awkward positions and one final cab ride we arrive at our cousin Mathew's house, it only took...

1.5 hrs to Cork
5 hrs to Rosslare
3.5 hrs to Fishguard
3 hrs to Cardiff

Total: 13 hours of buses, boats, trains, cars and a crazy timetable with luck.

**If anything were missed we'd lose a whole day in Cardiff and have nowhere to sleep that night.