This morning I woke up feeling pretty bummed and not too happy with the plans I had for the rest of my stay here. I felt a little better after I had PANCAKES! Yes, you heard me right, PANCAKES! Not toast. Not cereal. Not eggs, or bacon or anything else that is apart of an irish breakfast. PANCAKES! Good pancakes too. I was so excited...you have no idea. Then after I finished breakfast I came back into my room and tried to figure out what I wanted to do for the day. Well, I didn't think much about it because it was raining outside, and I still wasnt feel much up to doing anything. So I started looking up Galway hotels again, and as luck would have it...I found one, not too far from the city centre, at not too bad, well...relatively speaking, a price. I wasn't sure if I should book it or not, since it was more than I wanted to spend really...way more actually. So I called Sarah and she talked me into it, and I'm glad she did.
I'm really really glad to be going back to Galway. I could cry it makes me so happy. I know the town, I LOVE the town, and I won't feel crappy like I have the past couple days staying in these towns that I don't know, and that have nothing to do in them. It doesn't even bother me that it will probably take about 4 hours to get up to Galway from where I am at now. I did have a bit of a scare this afternoon though after I recieved an email saying when they tried to preauthorize my card it was declined...even though there was more than sufficent funds in my account. I realized what the problem was though, the amount was over my daily spending limit, but everything got sorted out. (oh and the b&b that I cancelled on last minute isn't going to charge me, hurray!!)
So after I changed all my plans and was in a much better mood I headed out to go and see Charles fort which is the big historical thing to see when you are in Kinsale. I was really glad I drove, because I thought I might be able to walk to it...but no way, it was way too far. It was pretty neat, the tour was pretty interesting, and I got to hear more about the battle between James II and William of Orange. After I finished there I went back into town and ate at one of the pubs. It was quite the interesting experience....a screaming baby, three old Irish men in their cute Irish hats, and 2 drunk french people (mind you this was at 1 in the afternoon). My food wasnt that great, but it wasnt too expensive. I meandered around the town a bit, and then who do I see as I'm walking down the street? Alix, the girl that I flew into Ireland with. It was so weird!! She is staying in Blarney right now, so she came down to Kinsale for the day. I took her over to charles fort so she didnt have to take the bus, and then back into town. It was nice to see a friendly face.
A view of Kinsale from across the Harbor, on the way to Charles Fort.
Walking into Charles Fort...yes those are colored windows. They were installed as a part of some artists creation for the Kinsale Arts week, which was last week. They were ridiculous.
That hills there, covered in trees, is where they fought the Battle of Kinsale in 1609? I believe.
More of the Fort.
View from a watch tower.
After I dropped her off I was going to head back home, but I went the wrong way, but it was the way to Clonakilty, which is somewhere I wanted to go, so I decided to just head on out. It was only about 20 km. I went to the Michael Collins Heritage Site and watch a couple films and saw some memrobilia, it was a nice site, I got there only an hour before closing, so I didn't get to see everything. Then I headed back home.
One of the cars that the, uhhh I can't remember the name though, the Irishmen who were for the Home Rule treaty, they rode around in these cars. And originally they had a cloth top, but they couldn't shoot out from it, but when they took it off they were getting shot at by the IRA. So they covered the back in chicken wire, to keep out the hand grenades, and so they could shoot out from them, but then a clever IRA member started attaching hooks to the grenades so that they would get caught on the chicken wire.
Michael Collin's armored vehicle.
View from the Michael Collins centre...the picture doesn't even come close to what my eyes could see when i was standing there...it was breath taking.
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