All right then. We said goodbye to Brad and Jennifer at the airport and picked up our rental car so we could continue the pillaging of Ireland. This time it would be tourist style, where the pillager pays for the right to pillage. Part of our difficulty was related to the miles versus kilometers issue. Even the Irish are confused.
Speed limits are in miles per hour and distances are in kilometers.
Anyway, the second day we bought a more detailed map so we could really get lost. When I was in Dublin in May, I had some good meals but chalked it up to the dynamism of a big city. As far as the Irish countryside goes, I was prepared for fish and chips or chips and fish. The happy truth is that the food in Ireland is much better than in England. You can find a surprising variety of meals in pubs, sometimes of remarkable quality.