From Cork, I went to Galway. At this point, I wasn’t completely excited. For the first time in my travels I was sick and it was taking awhile to get over. Just a bad cold but enough to make me go to bed early and feel pretty crappy in the afternoon.
But on to Galway I went. It rained almost ethe while time and the kind of rain that comes in sideways and gets you completely soaked even if you have a long raincoat. But it was beautiful, especially with countryside. And Irish people are one of the most friendly around.
Plaque to the soldiers of the Spanish Armada in Fort Hill graveyard. The Spanish ship wrecked off the coast of Ireland in 1588. It had failed to invade England. When the survivors washed ashore, they were captured by the English authorities and executed when no good or riches were with them. Irish citizens buried them in the cemetery. The plaque reads: May their souls be at God’s right hand.
At the end of the Long Walk near the Claddagh where fisherman used to bring in their catch.
Looking at the Claddagh across the river Corrib. It is the fastest flowing river in Europe.
The Spanish arch.
Statue of Oscar Wilde.
Remnant of a wall where a father hung his own son for breaking a law. it seems that this story has been told in different places at different times… The wall was actually moved a few times.
One day I decided to walk to salt hill with some chance of rain. Of course there was a lot. It is the west coast of Ireland.
I learned that the old city wall really mains intact and they built a mall around it. I am standing on the second story of the mall.
