Shivering cold and wet, a heavy Irish mist prevailed over my Banana Republic rain slicker. Such a distance was not anticipated. Sure I had tourist maps, and county maps; truth is, I was naive to the amount of adventure I could handle. The last bus for Dingle had left minutes ago. Weathered by loneliness in a foreign land, I made the fateful decision to walk from Tralee Co. Kerry, to Dingle, forty-seven miles away.
A lone petrol station; "You're lucky I'm here, I was just about to shut down," said the petrol station attendant. Unfortunately, he could not give me a ride and added, "you'll be lucky if someone sees you, if anyone passes you by." He was right, the sky was black, I could only see a few meters in front of me. Discouraged, I continued on, ready to hold my thumb out for the next passerby. Every five-minutes, then ten-minutes, until no cars passed for forty-five minutes. Eventually luck returned, a couple in their early 20's on their way to dingle offered me a ride. Turns out the petrol station attendant let them know I was looking for a ride, if they hadn't known I was out there they would not have seen me, it was just too dark.
Never was a bed more comfortable!
-Once a Hunting Lodge in the 1700's, the Ballintaggart Hostel is now a gorgeous hostel that accommodates over 100 guests and has double occupancy rooms available per. There is also a camping site for R/V's and tents on the property, which I cannot rate since I stayed in the dorm lodging. read more