My dad and I decided we still had plenty of time left in the day after we got back from our tour of the Ring of Kerry around 4 p.m. So, we decided to drive around Dingle and the Slea Head. Honestly, we liked Dingle better than we liked the Ring of Kerry. But I tend to prefer the coast anyway. On the way to Dingle (the town) we stopped at Inch Beach to goof off for a while. I took my shoes off, rolled up my jeans, and waded in. Not very far though. Gulf Stream or no Gulf Stream, that water is cold.
After we left Inch, we drove on to Dingle, where we stopped for a while and I took a picture of the harbor. (On the way back we stopped in Dingle again to have dinner, and dad hit the curb trying to parallel park and flattened the tire. Oops. Spares are good though.)
Then we kept driving on our way to the Slea head. On the way we encountered the "Irish traffic jam." We came over a hill and saw a farmer and his dog driving his cows right down the road. That just about made my day. He looked like such a nice man. I would have liked to stop and say hello, but there was a car behind us.
After that we found the Slea Head, which is gorgeous by the way. The roads were scary, but they were worth it. They were very narrow, you couldn't fit two cars on the road in most places, they had very, very sharp turns, and they were right on the edge of cliffs. You looked down and you saw water most of the time. And of course, despite the fact that it was full of hair pin turns and right on the edge of cliffs and only big enough to fit one car even though it is meant for two, the speed limit was still around 80 kilometers per hour. But speed kills! hehe. There was one place I really wanted to get a picture, but we couldn't stop. Coming around one of the curves, there was a waterfall that ran down the side of the hill to our right, and over the road. It was really pretty. Not dangerous either, the water was very shallow. Made for some nice eye candy though. That's the Slea Head for you. One of the nice things about it is that there are lots of wide turn outs where 1) cars can actually pass each other, and 2) you can stop to take pictures!
Lastly, here is a picture of our trusty elf car, Megane, on one of the Irish roads. We were away from the cliffs at this point, driving back inland, and the road flattened out. So, I decided to take a picture of the car on the road to demonstrate how narrow the roads are out there. (Most roads aren't this narrow, by the way. They are narrow, but two cars will fit on most of the roads. Sometimes it's a tight fit though.) Just imagine this road being a lot more winding and right along cliffs, intended for two cars, with a speed limit of over 50 miles per hour. Crazy, isn't it? I loved it though!
