The Dingle Peninsula

Oh yes the Dingle Peninsula, translated it means scare the crap out of foreign drivers!

When they say the Wild Atlantic Way, they are referring to the roads.

This is a two way road. We are driving a VW Golf, a small car that takes up most of the road. It's great fun when you meet a car, truck or bus heading the other direction. You just pray that there is a pull-out for one of you and buses never pull over!

You also have to contend with the flocks of sheep being herded down the road. This one was quite unique. The shepherd was driving an ATV and his sheepdog was sitting on the front of the ATV barking at the sheep so they'd move down the road. I gues that's sheep herding in the 21st century.

The above photo is a monument dedicated to those who drove the Wild Atlantic Way and didn't make it, and for those who did make it they were able to get on their knees and pray a prayer of thanksgiving for making it alive.

Cindy is standing by a beehive hut built of stone 2000BC. These small villages were prevalent up and down the coast and several still exist today.

I am standing in one that still had the top on. They were constructed of rock and no type of cement or filler to keep the rocks in place and they keep out the rain too.

The next few photos are of the scenery along the coast.

We stopped in a stone house restaurant for lunch built in 2000AD. Looks old but has all the modern conveniences.

We also had a chance to take a selfie with a camera (none of this easy iPhone stuff).

This is an early christian church built about 1300 years ago. I guess when you only have rocks you use them for everything.

We got to our B&B, a thatched roof cottage around 5:30. I'm glad it wasn't made of rock and stone. I had enough of that for one day.

 

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