Goodby to frisky Galway
We spent the night camping in the backyard of a warm showers host. Her name was Aga or similar..young Polish immigrant, sweet, blonde, fit, reserved. Two other warmshower freeloaders like us were already there..sleeping inside. USA Mid-westerners Pete and Lydia, younger than Charlie - kinda hippieish. Idealistic and naturalistic. Pete may have been a friend of Bill. Lydia seemed like a natural fun-lover, full of laughter..also athletic. They were caffeinds, having been Starbucks employees.
We all decided to set out together and find a bike store...they wanted different gearing to allow easier hill-climbing,. Charlie wanted tires and tubes. We found it with ease.. the kids with the cellphone POWER..then off to the north, all riding together. The road we took was an N road, but looked like an M road..think I75. Shortly, Charlie suffered a “puncture” and the NASCAR pit crew went into action..i think Pete and Lydia were impressed, until the tire we fixed also went flat. Take two, and on the way. We rode until their route diverged from ours then ate lunch together and sadly parted ways with hugs and well wishes. Easy rolling, Pete and Lydia!
We proceeded to Cong over rolling hills and back roads. Pleasant ride. The weight of the bike and trailer seem like part of me when I ride. Charlie and Skye are always ahead. They talk all the time, twenty questions etc. Talking is out of the question for me. Maybe the flap about second hand smoke is true,. I lived in cigarette smoke from birth to age 20. None after that. I am strong, but “more AIR, please”.
We arrived in Cong..a confluence of rivers,. Clear water fast moving, between two lakes. Scene of 1950s movie “a quiet man” John Wayne, John Ford directed. Beautiful place. Fly fisherman everywhere, catching nothing. We broached the confines of Ashford castle for the first time. Very exclusive golf resort beautiful gardens, huge improved castle full of rich people. They couldn't keep us out.
Next, to town. Local bar, four men (in 50s?). On the the second round of beer they got friendly. Charlie's talent again. Loud, fun discussion of politics, economics, alcoholonomics, etc. We also watched a good soccer game. Tony (my local) was easily the roughest of the guys. He was torn between disliking immigrants and a socialist ideology. Everybody was sad about the Orlando slaughter...thought gun control was the answer. Interesting views. We rode home to our tents. It is light here til 10:30pm... blessed sleep!