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Dingle panorama

{click to enlarge} In summer, Dingle is a beehive of activity. Coach upon coach of tourists arrive, taking over the town and its 52 pubs. The only foreigners in Dingle this time of year were myself, an Italian travelling salesman … Continue reading →

21. December 2004 by Caroline
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Outahishead

Hello? Hmmrrvvw Is that you? MwwImmmmtrappednerveinmebackgrrheavypainkillerzz. That sounds bad. RvvrvwoarrestingthenflyinintoDingletuesdaynightcantriskdaroads. Oh dear. Whenaayoucommenin? Tuesday evening, coach from Cork to Tralee then on to Dingle. Isziscostinyouaforchune? Yeah. It’s ok, it’s my Christmas holiday. Waahtwonightsinbloodydingle? I’ll go to Dublin after. Hrrmhayoushomewhedastay. Sorry? … Continue reading →

12. December 2004 by Caroline
Categories: Personal | Tags: , , , , , , , , | 4 comments