Think Where Man’s Glory Most begins And Ends, And Say My Glory Was I had Such Friends

The title from today’s post is aptly from Yeats. I have been blessed in family and friends my entire life. Travel can bring out the best or the worst and I’ve been fortunate that it’s always been the best.  This most recent adventure was a remarkable trip and wonderful to be able to spend time with my sister, her sister-in-laws, and sisters from other mothers.  

Sunday was a departure day for the Mississippi/OK girls as they needed to head to Dublin for their flights out Monday. It was a good thing their departure wasn’t until 2:00pm as the group was definitely under the weather following Saturday’s last day together celebrating.  The weather remained perfect so Faye, Ida and I had a good morning doing the Long Walk along Galway Bay thru Salthill. The swans were out in great numbers and the locals were all out biking, picnicking and playing.  The rest of the crew was in recovery mode but rallied to at least have coffee in the lounge before their driver showed up. It was a great end to the trip and we’re looking forward to reconvening in the states over the summer.

Faye and I both celebrated Roger (Ida’s brother-in-law) & Ed’s memories.  They were two extraordinary men called home much too soon. Ed and I were fortunate to have been married, worked and traveled together for nearly 30 years.  He and Roger shared good times in Mississippi, Florida and Chicago.  They both shook their heads more than a few times at the antics of the Heidkamps and the Heidkamp women in particular.  

Ed particularly loved our trips to Ireland. Ed, we raised the parting glass to you in several of your favorite pubs plus several new ones.  I’m certain our staying out and getting nuts would have made you shake your head.  I’m also you would have stayed out with us just to make sure we didn’t fall into a hedgerow on the way home.  

Suaimhneas Siorai Air Ed & Roger

The Key To Galway Is A Long Visit To The Quays

Despite the late pub crawl thru King’s Head, The Quays, MacNeill’s and a few other short stops, the group rallied to meet for breakfast and our last full day together.  We spent the day wandering through the Farmer’s Market, checking out the Galway Cathedral, walking down the river path.  The locals were out in droves enjoying the spectacular weather with picnics, biking, lounging and fishing.  We spent some time talking with one guy who was catching salmon. We tried to get him to invite us for dinner but no luck.

We ran into another round of weddings.  The cathedral was completely decorated for an afternoon wedding by a local husband and wife team who were working on several wedding events for the day.  Then we photo bombed a couple in Eyre Square and joined in briefly in a reception in our hotel.  Of course everyone was telling the classic Irish joke about weddings and funerals: “You know the difference between an Irish wedding and a funeral? One less drunk.”

We landed int The Oyster Bar at The Harriman to discuss dinner plans.  Their cocktail list was very impressive so Ida suggested we play The Birthday Cocktail Game.  It’s very simple, everyone orders a different drink then tastes them.  We managed to work our way through the entire list and a few not on the list. By that time, it was time for an early dinner and we decided Italian with pizza and pasta to absorb things was the best bet so we headed to Fat Freddy’s, an excellent place and geographically desirable as it was located next to The Quays.

Ed and I visited Ireland and Galway in particular many times.  Two of his favorite bars there were The Quays and MacNeills (in the Hardiman nee Great Southern).  We headed into The Quays again for music, dancing and to toast the trip.  Because we were earlier we managed to secure a table near the musicians and had a fantastic time.  When several in the group raised the white flag, we headed back towards the hotel.

Ida, Faye and I weren’t ready to call it quits yet so we headed into McNeills.  The custom in a hotel bar in Ireland is that they don’t close as long as the guest wants to keep going.  On one trip, we kept the accommodating man working until 5am. There was no real risk of that this time but we enjoyed the musician and a final round of toasting Ed & Roger.

Not A Quiet Woman In The Lot Of You

We left Doolin knowing we’d return on a future visit.  The scheduled drive was an easier one today through The Burren to Ashford Castle and Cong. For those familiar with mandatory Irish movies, Ashford Castle’s grounds and Cong were used in the filming of the Quiet Man.  Ford, Wayne, O’Hara and the rest had a rowdy time filming and the sets are all well marked.  Ashford Castle is a stunning private resort where gaining admittance is not easy.  Ida had arranged for a wine tasting in the wine cellars there but we had to get by the gate sentry and then the castle guards first.  They took one look at our group and I’m sure reflected on a line from the film where Wayne is dragging Maureen O’Hare through the sheep fields on the Ashford Castle grounds - Here’s a stick to beat the lovely lady with.

The tour started with a visit to the wine cellar rooms and tunnel that leads outside for deliveries.  The Ashford wine collection includes some of the priciest and rarest wines in the world.  Needless to say, we weren’t allowed to touch any of the bottles.  The wine tasting we had selected was Que Shiraz Shirah and as it turned out caused a bit more work for the Head Sommelier as it was not a tasting that was being offered anymore.  He was a down to earth, entertaining host who quickly assessed his audience as being more nonchalant than the average Ashford Castle guest.  After the tasting, he gave us a tour of the castle and permission to visit the grounds before departing.  It is definitely a place to splurge and stay at for a future visit.

Cong is best know for the pub and fight scenes in the movie. It was very crowded with several large family events but we managed to find room at Danagher’s for a pint and a bit of lunch.  Then we headed off to Galway to check in to our lodging there - The Hardiman on Eyre Square (formerly the Great Southern).  Fortunately for Ida and I they didn’t recall our former visits to the establishment where we once kept the bar open until 5am.

This is where we had to part with our driver, Trudy -  Taisteal Sabhailte.  She was a marvelous complement to our travels and made things so much easier.

May The Wind Be At Your Back On Inish Mor

Ida, Paula and I rallied after the late night Irish music fest/wedding party to meet the group for breakfast and catch the 9 am ferry to Irish Mor, the largest of the Aran Islands and site of some of the filming of Banshees film.  The ride was a bit bouncy but everyone retained their breakfast.  Trudy had arranged for us to take a jaunty cart tour with Martin.  His father and brother are also jaunty cart drivers.

 Martin was born and raised on Inish Mor, left to go to college and spent time working in Galway and Australia.  He moved back with his wife and 3 year old child to have more quality time.  He took one look at us and inquired as to whether we might need a stop in the pub to clear the head before settting out.  We declined but did get hot coffee and bundled up in the Irish woolen blankets.  The wind coming into the jaunty cart was more than brisk which led Ida to comment “This must be why the blessing is May the Wind Be always At your Back.”  

As we set out for the drive Martin gave us an overview of the island - 800 residents, electricity since the 1970s, 3 schools, 3 cemeteries, 3 pubs, 3 churches and only 1 forgiving priest.   Inish Mor is stunning with very different scenery.  You can see the ocean everywhere.  The traditional rock walls, sheep and cattle but the plots are much smaller than on the mainland.  As he entertained us with his family history and the history of Ireland and the islands, he suggested we do the first hike up to the ruins of a stone fort, then have lunch at the pub, followed by a hike to the worm hole.  The hike to the fort was not to bad as there was a clear path and the rock stairs were navigable.  Though there must be a lot of issues with people falling as the warning signs were everywhere.  The views were fabulous. We stopped in the small pub for the classic soup of the day choices- tomato or cream of vegetable with brown bread.  Only Nan dared to go with a Guinness .

After lunch, Martin drove around the side of the island where the wind was at our back which was definitely more comfortable.  Trudy had warned us that the worm hole (a natural tidal pool carved out of the granite) hike required sturdy shoes and balance.  Martin said he was certain we could handle it and that 99% of the people find the hole and return.  It’s a crazy hike with no real trail and pretty much all boulders.  Red Bull had a contest a few years back where people jumped from the cliff into the worm hole so every once in a while we managed to find an arrow directing us.  Again the views were stunning but caution is need -  someone from another group slipped and fell into an algae pool.  We wrapped up the hike and found Martin chatting with a neighbor.  Ida commented that they had made up theirs hikes to keep the tourists busy while they chatted. Martin took us back to the pier to catch the ferry with enough time for a pint at Tigh Joe MacDonough’s where we raised a toast to my friend’s father, Joseph Patrick McDonough.

For our return ferry, we also went to see the Cliffs of Moher from below.  This turned out to be a very rough ride and while no one in our group had an issue the crew had to help several people who got hurly.  We wrapped up the day with a five star meal at Fiddle & Bow then returned to McDermott’s for another night of Irish music and craic.

You Haven’t Danced Til You’ve Danced In Doolin

Departure days always seem to be a bit more disorganized. Ida and I did spend the last night in Dingle drinking with Sheri McDonough & crew which likely contributed to the disorder sorting out where to get lattes in the morning.  Staff and Pig & leaf were very patient as we ordered up the 6 lattes for take away.  Then we were off for more travel on the Wild Atlantic Road .  Today’s section was the drive to Doolin via Conor pass and the Cliffs of Moher. 

Conor Pass was a famine project.  The British assigned Irish Catholics work for 1 pence a day.  The Conor pass was a narrow winding road carved between the mountains connecting tone side of the Dingle peninsula to the other.  It’s not as long or high as the Million Dollar highway between Durango and Silverton but has the same vibe. There are a few parts where the road is barely wide enough for a single car so the driver has to pay attention to oncoming traffic and wait as needed.  

Our route required crossing the Shannon via a ferry.  It’s a short trip over and a much nicer way to get to Doolin than risking the traffic in Limerick.  They must have a few ferry users who hit the snack bar and then have issues navigating the stairs to the upper deck.

The Cliffs Of Moher are indeed a natural wonder and not to be missed. Until recently, the best way to get to the cliffs and avoid the mess in the parking lot was to head down a dirt road where you paid the farmer 10 Euro, parked in his field and took a short hike to the cliffs.  Unfortunately the government has now outlawed him and others from that additional source of revenues.  Our driver explained that because the parking now would charge 15 Euro per person rather than the carload that was considered outrageous. Because they also station security guards at key places it is difficult for the drivers to easily drop people off.  So the process now is, she stops the van briefly at the pedestrian crosswalk and everyone piles out of the car.  It’s rather like a Chinese firedrill. We managed to all pile out and get across without getting hit. 

After the Cliffs we headed to our lodging in Doolin.  Doolin is a very small town but very well know for being the heart of traditional Irish music.  Its location is just a short drive from the Cliffs and it’s directly across from the Aran Islands.  Our hotel, the Fiddle & Bow, was excellent and a very short walk to everything.  We found O’Connor’s pub and of course the requisite picture of the Kennedys.  As the Irish would say, the group was a bit peckish and we landed at McDermott’s for a late lunch.

Paula, Ida and I wandered back up the road from the Fiddle & Bow Hotel to McDermott’s for a bit of traditional Irish music.  When we had lunch we noticed that Blackie O’Connell was the listed musician for the night.  Blackie plays the Irish pipes - Uilleann pipes.  The Uilleann is played using your arms not blowing into the pipes.  Our driver told us he was one of the top musicians in Ireland and not to be missed.  He was part of a trio with a fiddler and bouzoukis players.  They were amazing and the crowd was great.  We lucked out and sat a table that was empty so when a bridal party showed up we were happy to have them join us.  They had gotten married earlier in the day at the Cliffs of Moher.  We had a great time sharing in their wedding festivities and the brothers of the groom were clearly having a wild time.

As the trio wrapped up for the evening, they announced “You haven’t danced til you’ve danced in Doolin.”  At that point all locals stood up and cleared the stools from the room to create a space for dancing.  The musicians launched in to a lively set and things started hopping.  Paula channeled her Oklahoma square dancing skills and we all got hopping.

At the end of the dancing the band announced they were finished.  One of the local older gents came over to make sure we wouldn’t leave. “Don’t go as my friends and I will be singing a bit and that’s the real show.”  So we were forced to order more drinks and were glad we did.  The locals young and old sat around and entertained with their singing. Walking out, we stopped briefly to talk to the band.  We’re pretty certain that if Nan had been with us she’d have had us joining their after party and we’d have been a lot longer.