Saturday, October 6, 2012

Sligo



October 5, 2012

Birthdays and Seaweed, what do they have in common?  They both occurred on the 5th day of October, Andy’s birthday.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANDY!!!  More on the seaweed later. 


Please note: All pictures in this blog have been rated “G” by the head heenyhonkers of the BBOY search team.  (That would be us.)

After a lovely formal breakfast at Ross Lake House we went off in the tin can car.  People sure look at us funny with the side of the car bashed in!  We kind of like it.  It’s a badge of honor.


So off across the countryside we started, dents and all.  We headed Northwest through an area filled with beautiful lakes.  Driving through the countryside it looked like a combination of Bellingham/Ferndale Washington greed fields and pastures, mixed with some high desert plains style fields, surrounded by beautiful rock mountains, quite diverse.  We went through Oughterard, Maam Cross, Maum, Cornamona, Clonbur, and Ballinrobe.




 Then I started driving.  Now the left hand driving thing isn’t that hard.  What’s nerve wracking is that the lanes are so tiny, then people park in your lane and it’s truly like bumper cars driving around towns.  We went through Hollymount, Claremorris, Bellahy, Tobercurry, and Ballinacarrow and stopped in Strandhill.


Strandhill is a surf city.  You can take surf lessons there.  Instead of surfing lessons we decided to have seaweed baths and a massage.   Oh boy, was that a good idea!  The seaweed baths are just that.  The seaweed is cut locally and every bath gets a fresh batch.  You get into a big tub of water filled with kelp-type seaweed.  And soak.  The water is rather slimy, but smooth.  It makes your skin so soft.  We were told to get our hair wet and not to bathe until tomorrow so more of the “seaweed nutrients could soak into our bodies.”  Ok….  We actually enjoyed the baths.  It was quite nice to soak our travel weary bodies in hot, smooth water.  Bc insists that it has caused his hair to grow.  I of course, agreed. 


After the massage we got back into the tin can car and made our way to the Tree Tops B&B.  Now the last time we stayed in a hotel called Tree Tops it was in Kenya and we were escorted to and from the hotel by gentlemen wielding rifles to protect us from the wild animals.  We needed no such escort at this Tree Tops.  It’s a lovely B&B filled with eclectic art and a very sweet Doreen.  This morning we had a good Irish breakfast and now we will head onto Donegal. 

Still no sight of the BBOY, but we’ll keep looking!  Take care, bc and gc 

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