Rock of Cashel

September 20, 2009
We just returned to the B&B a couple of hours ago. We had been out visiting the Rock of Cashel, just over 50 miles away. Photos have been posted and video may follow later. I’m very pleased to see that people are making comments on these travelogue pages, and maybe I’ll see some comments on the photos as well.

Someone in the car on the way there commented, based on the speed I was traveling on the narrow road, that I had learned to drive like an Irishman, to which I replied, “Not so much that this guy hasn’t caught up to me, and looks like he wants to pass.”

The Rock of Cashel is an impressive castle. With something so large and impressive, it felt odd that it had doorways so small and narrow. I had to watch my head a couple of times moving about in there. Dad struck up a conversation with a retired aviator named Jack. I don’t know what his wife’s name is. When I joined them, Jack told us a bit about what he used to do. He trained pilots, and if I understood correctly, he had been doing that for 40 years. Or maybe he had been a pilot that long and trained pilots for the last part of it. In either case, he trained pilots for the extra demanding role of flying Air Force One, which included giving them lots of training on mid-air refueling of a Boeing 747.

After they booted us out of the castle, we found a pizza place in Cashel for dinner. I had the fettucini alfredo, Martha had soup and salad, and my parents split a Hawaiian pizza. Then we drove back to the B&B, but tried to find a working ATM on the way. Two gas stations had ATMs that didn’t work, and we finally found a working ATM at a bank about 6 miles from the B&B.

Time for sleep now.

We explored the castle and fortress called the Rock of Cashel in no particular order, so that’s the way these video clips are arranged; in no particular order.