Pulled into the campground, funky and empty, perfect. And this little bruiser gave me a lesson in tenacity
Continued north on the coast into the rain, not a lot of pics cause it was pounding down. I panzered thru Galway, the wind was howling off the sea. Great stuff. Caught my breath on Bearna, up 336, n59, and onto 334 north.
334 was magical. Flooding, puddles with whitecaps, and these humpy hills started appearing on the right, then the left drifting around in the mist. And no traffic. No buses, no cars, no bikes, and I float off into what if land....
There are sleeping monsters all around me, curled up in the rain. They've just had a huge meal of tour buses and cars and are taking a siesta. I hope they won't need an old Honda Motobike to pick bus bumpers out of their fangs. I roll into Letterfrack, what a name, grab a bowl of hot soup, find a totally empty except for me hostel. Great day in the Ireland?