Enough said, I had a cup of tea with a toasted piece of bread, grabbed my backpack and packed it with a bottle of apple juice, cookies, a jumper and my camera and then took the bike straight to the unknown.
As I was cycling towards 'the unknown',a very strong scattered shower caught me by surprise and had me waiting for around ten minutes under the weak protection of a skinny tree (the only one I could find). Again ,pretending my wrists were not sore I kept cycling passing through beautiful fields of blackberries, nice cottages and a very dull and flat road which led me to the little town of Ventry, where you could spot a very dirty and depressing bay, full of tourists taking pictures.
My host told me this was the beach I should go to when cycling...was that it?. The question echoed within my head while a mild stream of deception was going through my spine.
Instead of conforming with it, I decided to cycle further and forget about beaches as for today... it was going to be a Cliffs Day! (as there were not enough cliffs in Ireland).
So cycling on the same road towards Slea Head at the very West of the peninsula, bumped into some other tourists that were having the same idea of cycling and even some that were on the same bus I was the day before while heading to Dingle.
The landscape dramatically changed as the road joins the Cliff and you get amazing views of the fierce Atlantic Ocean roaring down and the little cottages practically hanging of the mountain like they were gonna fall apart at any time.
Great time for stopping, drinking a sip of juice, having ONE cookie ,taking a picture and continuing the trip.
After some forty minutes I reached a cross and a spotting point, this was Slea Head!. Again beautiful views of the Blasket Islands, the Ocean and the whole scenery.
Road was still going somewhere and I previously had seen on my map about a town called Dunquin so decided to at least reach this little town and turnaround to Dingle.
Some curves later,the mountain revealed a mirage: Blue clear water, white sand, cliffs...was that a beach? and what a beach! definitely more than what I had expected for that day. My heart starting pumping faster and a huge smile was drawn on my face as I stopped the bike to take tons of pictures and decided I would spend the rest of my day down there.
Went down the road while lots of tourist kept taking pictures of the scenery and some would even get change to get into the freezing water, which I also did, considering that what kind of person goes to the beach and don't even go for a quick dip? Even if it is the North Atlantic.
Set my little spot by the rocks, put on my swimming trunks and there I was running like a crazy kid trying not to think about the water temperature. Some German girls joined me so I was not the only one freezing.
Then just taking more and more pictures (and the ones wet so I would prove that I was actually swimming in the North Atlantic, drawn some messages on the sand for my beloved people and relaxed while having the rest of my cookies, sitting on the sand, taking some sun and thinking about the heavy week I would have to deal with later.
Then when the sun started to get weaker and the winds were increasing, packed everything and it was time to go back to Dingle with a short stop at the Slea Head itself to take a look at the beautiful Blasket Islands and head back on a non-stop leg towards town.
It took me around forty minutes to reach Dingle as everything was downhill, I was quite tired and I had 'tailwind' (you get that on the bike).
I got to the house and my host arrived some minutes later, we had a couple of tea while I was telling her about the beautiful beach I had spent the day one and then she went for a nap. I just had a shower and went for some town sightseeing and snapshots as I knew that the next day I wouldn't have time for all of this.
Had a little sandwich with crisps and went back to the house where the Israeli guy was ready to go around for a walk and my Czech host was thinking about going out at night.
We decided we would and some hour later, the German couple joined us and we went for some pints at a local pub while laughing, telling jokes and talking about trips until it was closing time, raining and topped up the night with a disgusting meal of 'Fried Chicken and Chips' served by one of the most dodgiest Indian people I had ever seen.
Next morning and the weather was again back to normal: gray clouds, some drizzle and a depressing sight. Time to get up, get the backpack ready and meet 'the gang' for a good-bye coffee. Fast and not painful, thanking my host for such a brilliant experience and my new friends for those amazing and brief moments we had.
I went to the bus stop and I was amongst the last persons to board the coach to Tralee, so I got the terrible seat at the very back of it...crowded! but at least would be a short one-hour hop. Departed Dingle at 12:00 (midday).
Tralee was depressing and rainy so just stayed at the bus terminal waiting for my connecting coach to Limerick while writing some stuff about the trip on my Moleskine and some other personal stuff.
The bus to Limerick departed full and as always, amongst every skinny or petite girl that was on the bus ,the extreme fat one had to seat by my side which limited my movements to practically none during the three-hour journey to Limerick through this rural bumpy road.
God, I got off the bus in Limerick (known as Stab City) and decided to walk around just to get completely convinced about the reputation the city has. Everything looking extremely dodgy, empty streets and litter everywhere.
Had some fish and chips on this dodgy diner (the worst fish and chips I have ever had) and sat at the train station reading LIDL (supermarket) catalogs and listen to my iPod while waiting to board the train.
The final leg of the trip, the train, was very comfortable. We departed on-time and it was very smooth, the problem was that I had been traveling for the entire day so I just wanted to get to Dublin as soon as possible.
We passed through some little towns like Thurles, Portlaoise, Kildare until Heuston Station welcomed me at 21:00 pm with some rain and wind.
Again, nobody to welcome me. Time to be quick, leave the building ,catch the LUAS for two or three stations and then walk home.
So there...that was my CouchSurfing experience which was completely unexpected but very rewarding. I can now say that I have exploited every way of lodging, going from five-star hotels to middle-range ones, to hostels, to stay with friends, to this.
See you soon my Dear Readers! I will be moving out of Dublin very soon, so new adventures and trips will definitely be posted in here.