Ireland

I am from yesterday in County Clare (more precisely in Doolin) and here the 3G signal is not present.

Account of resuming the publication of pictures and post tomorrow once they get Connemara.

We land in Shannon airport punctual. The sky was cloudy but the sun occasionally gives reason to hope for the better. Complete all formalities with the budget we have a Hunday Accent with automatic transmission. The media is in poor condition but finds comfortable to drive. Bite the road and we head towards the Dingle led dall'inossidabile voice Clare.

As we approach the County Kerry the weather improves and we reach our B & B on the Connor Pass Road in an almost Mediterranean sun. The temperature is pleasant and we give ourselves a break in the beautiful porch of Dunin House.

We decide to visit the reefs to the west and enjoy the best view of the bay.

Here is a stiff breeze and sparkling brings us back to normality of the Irish climate. Back in town in time to book a table at the Old Smokehouse and prepare the stomach to one of the best fried fish in the area.

We conclude the evening migrating from one pub to another in the lively center of Dingle. Tomorrow we expect the charming beach of Inch.

It 's the first time after many Vaggi in Ireland, I decided to change the routine and fly directly to Shannon. In retrospect I would say that it is a convenient choice for those who, like me, especially loves the west coast of the island.

The atmosphere that we live in a traditional Irish pub is really hard to describe if you have available in this case words, sounds and images.

Last night we spent the evening at Mannion's Pub in Cifden. In my personal experience I think that the ingredients were all there: traditional music (singer playing the spoons cash), local fishermen completely drunk, whiskey rivers, rude tourists (I do not really want ... but in this case it French), choreographed fights, and a burst of Gardi Dirty Old Town sung by anyone inside and outside the premises to restore the cosmic balance in the pub.

I think for a non-Irish is difficult to understand how the punch pub is still a practice so widespread here. To hit the headlines but it is necessary to clarify that this is something completely different from what we are used to fight in Italy such as disco. Here people go on for tens of minutes to poke fun at absolutely terribly imaginative and playful "look, Big Belly you could not lift the skirt of your wife!" ... To which one responds "you're so drunk that if you fall pants you miss it! "... and so on (reminds me so much of the game setting pirate Monkey Island) . The punch you get just for fun, and very difficult to attend the actual malice.

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