Even though I really have driven some Irish roads such as this, today we took a break and rode a tour bus around the Dingle peninsula out to Ireland’s (and Europe’s) westernmost mainland point.
The bus actually had to back up a few times to get around this turn. I could have done better than that!
This area of Ireland is known as the Gaeltacht, where Irish (they don’t call it Gaelic) is the primary spoken language.
Translation: Welcome to Slea Head.
We returned through the tiny town of Dingle, a beautiful Irish-speaking village that looks like a tourist town in the summertime.
Notice the parking. Irish villages, being very old, have narrow streets; just wide enough for two cars, but its a squeeze. Then they park on both sides of it! This leaves a lane almost big enough for a car, but the traffic is two-way!! We found this all over Ireland. Ask Gary about the scrapes on our mirror and my wonderful language. (. . .no, it wasn’t Irish)
As always, I love that music! The young man in the red shirt is playing the Uilleann (or Irish) pipes; pumped with the arm rather than blowing into them.
This area has many fascinating historical sities, such as these beehive huts, built by early Christian monks in the 6th century. Amazingly, these were on private property and used as storage sheds!! When the bus stopped, a young man came out to watch, so he could charge 3 Euro to take a picture! A zoom lens from the road worked fine for me.
