Saturday the 23rd - another beautiful and sunny day in Ireland. Uncle Brian and Marge take us out on a tour of the area so that we can get off the bike for awhile and not have to worry about finding our way. Uncle Brian is an excellent tour guide and knows everything there is to know about the area historically. We start off heading down the coast to Fenit and take a 2 hour boat trip around Tralee Bay. The weather was now hot and we were sun tanning on the boat !! We got to see where we would be taking our next tour as it was across the water on the Dingle coast.
We get back on shore and head for a tour of the beaches of Ireland. They are fantastic!!! We hit Barrow, Banna and at least 3 other beaches that could have been in California. We end up at a lovely pub to have a drink and dinner and back to the house.
Our beautiful and wonderful cousin Daire and her soon to be husband John come over to take us out on the town. The Rose of Tralee festival is going to be on all week so that means one BIG party. What a great time to hit the town.

We start off with the Roses being paraded down the street. (the roses are young ladies that have been chosen to represent their city in the festival). The crowd is 4 deep on the road and the crowd is happy and ready to go. Once the parade is over we head to a local bar right downtown. We luck out and get seats in the pub as it is jammed packed and start drinking and getting to know each other. We also get to meet some of their friends including a great lad named Kevin.
One of the benefits of being in town during The Rose is that the pubs are open very late. So at 12:00 we decide to go to another bar that is just down the road. We leave the pub and the streets are still packed full. The night is warm and alcohol is flowing freely everywhere. We end up at a place called the "hole in the wall". Now to get to this place you have to go down a long dark alley that has a big gate across it. As good Canadians that try not to get into trouble this isn't quite what we are expecting as I am saying "are you sure we need to go down this alley?" Yes we are....... this is a local hang out and we are the only tourists in sight. It's great fun and John tries to enlighten Patrick on how to tell a good Guinness from a bad one. In reality this means drinking many many Guinness’s all night long. I unfortunatly am drinking Smirnoff Ice and feeling no pain....We are a fantastic time full of great craic (our new Irish word for the day meaning fun, laughs and great atmosphere). Someone finally looks at their watch and we realize that it is 4 A.M. We fell like we are 17 years old as we sneak back to Uncle Brian's and Marge's and try to sneak back into the house quietly.....Not a bad Saturday night.....not looking forward to the hang over Sunday morning.......