Flocks of wild swans patrol the river and the entrance to the bay. Hundreds of them. The bulk of them hang out near one of the quay walls, drawn to those who throw bread down from on high…
Marching To The Sea
The sun stays up till about 10:00 pm in this part of the world at this time of year. Not that there’s been much of it here lately. It’s rained and been overcast most of the past month or so. Looks like I brought some Texas sunshine with me on this trip because today was spectacular. So spectacular, in fact, that I walked several miles down to the entrance to Galway Bay and back along the River Corrib.
That pretty much wiped me out for the evening. Now I am back in the hotel and just updating this blog and getting ready for some sleep.
Travelling Fuel
It feels good to have been at the Galway office today. I got to meet/see again many of my Irish co-workers.
It’s a good atmosphere there. We made plans for initial phase of the domain migration and we’re pushing that part through this evening.
We’ll see how it went when we get in tomorrow morning.
Two of the lads took me to a place called Shambo’s that features sandwiches served on unique Shamrock shaped focaccia or wholemeal breads.
It’s not a tourist place. This one was located in very industrial area and it was full of working class and professional type people obviously out on their lunch break.
That didn’t stop me from photographing my lunch before chowing down, though!
Click for the yummy goodness of full size
It was quite yummy!
After work today I decided it was time to have my official first Guinness in Ireland. I’d heard all the stories about how Guinness tastes soooooo much better in Ireland and I wanted to see for myself, especially since I am not all that fond of Guinness in the first place.
Owen, Niall and Paul all unanimously agreed that Murphy’s Pub was the place to go for this so I wandered down toward the river to find it.
It wasn’t much trouble and went in and had a seat at the bar and placed my order with the bartender.
And I, being the camera toting dufus I am, captured the momentous beer for posterity.
Let me state for the record that it is absolutely true. This Guinness tasted fantastic! Smooth and not bitter like I recall my American experiences.
I see a few more pints in my immediate future….
Sighting of The Vagrant
Spotted The Vagrant outside of Galway.
As it happened, I was joining my friend Owen and his family at their lovely home for lunch.
Wouldn’t you know, Mr. Finn and The Vagrant are old pals.
An Irishman? A sheep? No good can come of this!
Trust no one….
Photos of things that made me hum an Irish tune
Farewell to your bricks and mortar, farewell to your dirty lies
Farewell to your gangers and gang planks
And to hell with your overtime
For the good ship Ragamuffin, she’s lying at the quay
For to take oul Pat with a shovel on his back
To the shores of Botany Bay
A small bird sat on an ivy bunch
And the song he sang was “The Jug Of Punch.”
And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You’ll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an “Ave” there for me.
Irish Princess(es)
Wandering around, shooting pictures.
Feel a tug on the pant leg.
Look down.
See child.
“Hey Mister, please take our picture:”
Scan for parents.
Daddy nods.
“OK, gather round”
“SMIIIILE”
*click*
Elated children squeal with joy.
Ahhhh, Ireland…..
Irish Biker
Stumbled upon an Irish biker bar.
Haven’t gone in yet.
Lots of BMW motorcycles parked out front.
