Cork

Cork doesn’t have many sites so we took our time getting ready and walking the 2 km into Blarney to catch the bus to Cork. Unfortunately we left without getting the bus schedule from the camp reception office so when we arrived at the bus stop we found out that we would have to wait one hour before the next bus. In order to pass some time we made our way to the Blarney tourist office which happens to be closed on Wednesday’s. Without much left to do, we started browsing in the tourist shops. The bus ride into Cork was short and a little overpriced. Julie and I tend to skip out on museums as they are not very interesting and you miss out on the town itself and since the only suggestions in our guide books about Cork are museums, we were left to fend for ourselves. We decided to follow the crowds of people around some of the city streets and were not rewarded for our efforts. Once you step away from St. Patrick’s street the city becomes grimy and very shady. We did manage to find a few pedestrian only streets but they weren’t as nice as St. Patrick’s. It only took us few hours before we started to get bored. So we began our search for a pub. You would think being in an Irish city it would be easy to find a decent pub, not so. We came across a sports pub, after looking for ½ hour, that had a decent menu. The food was okay but the beer was fantastic. We tried to explore a bit longer before stopping in a self service restaurant for a drink. Afterwards we caught the bus back to the Blarney campsite. While I was typing this blog entry, a gentleman stopped by to ask us about our rig. His rig was a baby version of ours, right down to the colour. We chatted for a bit and found out he was originally from Glasgow, lived in Germany for awhile before settling in a town near Bristol. We didn’t catch his name though.