On "hired" bikes, we cycled our way to the other side of the island and hiked up to a 4000 year old fort up on a cliff. Many of us enjoyed lying on the ground, scooting on our bellies to the edge, and looking down over the cliffs to the ocean crashing on the rocks below.
After hiking back down to where our bikes were parked, we rode back to the other side of the island so we could get back on the ferry. I think the sky broke on our way back, because we were all soaked to the bone. Even with ponchos on. And mine split completely up one side, so half of my stuff got wet too.
We all piled onto the ferry sore, wet, and some of us quite sick for one reason or another. I blame the mayo myself. And I'm pretty sure there's a bruise on my bum in the shape of that horrid little bike seat.
When we got back to the hostel, we got our things and headed in the coach towards Dublin. We waited outside for a while before we could check in. Some random guy dumped trash on the opposite sidewalk from us, and approached us saying "Want some weed? Want some weed?" before disappearing around the corner. We got into our rooms around 11pm, and I was so tired and sick that I went to bed immediately. Others went to pubs or milled about before turning in.
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