After a long day we try to find our hotel on Lake Caragh.
Adrienne liked this hotel the best out of the nine hotels we stayed at on the trip (yes,
nine hotels
in ten days, we had packing and loading up the luggage in Big Blue down to a science). Well,
she liked it until about 4am that morning. But first a little backstory: we checked in and
the woman at the desk said that there was
some confusion as to which building we booked a room in. I told her that we were on our
honeymoon so whichever building was more appropriate for that would be fine (We were tired,
I could have been at an Econolodge and been
happy at this point). So she puts us in room #2, which is waaaaay too nice for people like
Doug (that's me at the welcome tea shortly after we check in...like I said, way too nice for
people like me). There's no screen windows
in the hotel (like every other place we've been at...there just aren't that many bugs here,
just doesn't get hot enough) and I can see marks on the wallpaper where the ivy managed to
grow into the room. A spider web is on the
inside of the window (big deal, so what, the window was open, it happens. I'm not going to
hold it against the place, it's really nice otherwise). The bathroom had a dead spider in
the corner. Ah, so what, the place is really
nice...I've seen bigger bugs in my own apartments. There's a spider crawling in the other
window. Ok, fine, the window is open and the place is really nice. Now comes 4am. It seems
as though Adrienne managed to turn on every
light in the room. Why? There was a spider crawling on her. I'm still tired, I couldn't care
less. I was having a nice dream about breaking a land speed record on the road leading up to
the place (video below). Well, once the
drama is over we close all the windows and learn our lesson. Just because we could open the
window everywhere else is meaningless: spiders like ivy.
Our room was the one on the 2nd floor, left. The gardens at this
hotel won some award, which sounds nice until you realize that everyplace has an award of
some kind. Even McDonald's (best place to work, not kidding)
Because of some awesomely spectacular planning on Doug's part (ok, it was just a
coincidence) Killorglin was holding Puck Fair--Ireland's
oldest fair--that day. We missed the crowning of the goat
by about a half hour but here's King Puck on his perch.
