Killarney – Macroon – Cork – Mitchelstown – Dublin – Wednesday, June 22 - Long day!

We said good-bye to Kristina:  

We said good-bye to our favorite pub: 

And we said good-bye to Killarney: 

We Hitchhiked back to Cork:

Neile picked us up.  He was very nice.  The drive was beautiful, and we talked mostly about politics.

Everyone seems to really like Obama here, except for the crazy drunk man in Cork who told me that he is the anti-Christ.  Once we got to Cork, we stopped for a pint, and bought bus tickets to Dublin.  Our plan was to spend the night in Dublin and take the ferry to Holyhead, Wales in the morning.  We made it to Dublin around 8 pm, got a room, went to a local pub called Fitzpatricks, ate dinner, and went to bed early.

Fitzpatricks pub:

Temple Bar District: 

The guy on the right s completely passed out while his buddies, who are drinking cans of Guinness are heavily engrossed in drunken conversation.  To the left of the conversing gentlemen is a can of Guinness crumpled in the middle of a large pile of puke...

Cheers!