It started not more than 100 meters (I'm so European now) from the driveway of our B&B. The trunk wasn't shut and actually had to be unlocked before it would close. Then I killed the car trying to start it quickly as another car had come up behind us. I might have used a swear (my first of a couple for the day).
After stopping for part of our lunch and gas, we headed out of town, following a driver going about 20 KPH below the speed limit. Christine and I blame him for our car almost overheating. Well, him and the rental car company.
Once we realized how to open the bonnet (re: hood), we found the engine coolant below the minimum line. We waited for a few minutes at a turnout and headed down the road with the heat blasting and windows down.
|Castlemain Beach, minutes before we were running for cover from the downpour.|
Our first planned stop was Killarney. I got a little turned around on the way, flustered, and ended up on the wrong (a.k.a. the right) side of the road. I was already back in my lane when a van a few hundred meters away honked at me for a good 30 seconds. It was a lovely moment. (I think this was the second swear.)
|Defending Ross Castle from marauders, the wind has been doing lovely things to my hair.|
|Blarney Castle and the sun, a little known commodity.|
|Stone spiral staircases.|
|A horse gravestone, for Tullig.|
|Kinsale, charming but hard to drive around.|
A local woman finally took pity on us (I can only imagine the expressions on our faces as she drove past) and led us straight to the hotel where we proceeded to drive straight past as I was freaked out about holding up traffic. The man at the hotel told me that he saw us drive by, "like a bat out of hell, like Thelma and Louise."
We made quite the impression.
|A meander through town.|
|Home, sweet home for tonight.|