Irlandiamo

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

Take account of the post and the publication of pictures tomorrow after reaching the Connemara.

We land at the airport of Shannon punctually. The sky is cloudy but the sun is allowed from time to time leading to hope for the better. You complete formalities with the budget we have a Hyundai Accent with an automatic transmission. The media is in poor condition but are experiencing comfortable to drive. Mordiamo the road and we head towards the Dingle led dall'inossidabile voice of Clare.

As we approach the county of 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 give us a break on the beautiful terrace of the House Dunin.

We decide to visit the cliffs to the west and enjoy the best views of the bay.

Here a stiff breeze and sparkling us back to normality of the Irish climate. We return to 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 lovely beach of Inch.

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

The atmosphere that we live in a traditional Irish pub is really hard to describe, even if you have available as 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 (singing contanto player tablespoons), local fishermen completely drunk, whiskey rivers, rude tourists (I do not really want ... but in this case it was French), choreographed fights, and a burst of Gardi Dirty Old Town sung by anyone within and outside the premises to restore the cosmic balance in the pub.

I think for a non-Irish is difficult to understand how to punch up the pub is still a practice so widespread here. To honor the headlines but it is necessary to clarify that this is something completely different from what we are used to fight in Italy for example disco. People here go on for tens of minutes to poke around in an absolutely terribly imaginative and playful "look at that big belly you would not be able to lift the skirt of your wife!" ... To which one responds "you're so drunk that if you fall pants do not you know it! "... and so on (reminds me so much of the game environment pirate Monkey Island) . To punch you get just for fun, and very difficult to attend to the real evil.

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