And now for some coast!

All geared up for another day of hitchhiking, I was amusingly quite disappointed when Joe organised a lift for me down to Waterford. And then, I was again let down by the 3 euro bus ticket to Tramore. Somehow, even I could not convince myself that hitchhiking to save 3 euros was worthwhile.

So, with reasonable ease I arrived in Tramore, literally thirty yards away from where Karen, my wonderful couch host, is staying.

Karen is one of those veteran couch surfers. She's hosted over two hundred people! But, despite this, she's still taking the time and effort to get to know me. I borrowed one of her bikes and set off on a trip around the lovely seaside town: passing through fields and over cliffs and through forests, and then riding alongside the beach and then making my way up (unfortunately VERY up) the slope through the charming town.

I got into a long discussion with a guy who sells pancakes on the sea shore (these Irish are so damn friendly), I discovered a haunted well, I nearly ran over an old man (who just laughed and gave me a big, toothy grin) and I was accosted by American tourists.

There is one terrible thing, though. In my room. On the dresser. Before the mirror. There is a doll. And it watches me. How the hell am I going to sleep?

Am I a wuss? I am, aren't I?

written by

Brigid Jelsma on April 7, 2011 from Tramore, Ireland

from the travel blog: Walk a little further to another plan

tagged Ireland

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