We went to a pub that night to meet Avril's friends ( too many french). They are all working on the archeologic sites. Seems to be a busy historical place. They are doing research in a old prison in runes. But what the hell there is so many french in this town? It still in the middle of nowhere. Its like if there was 50 irish people in Lozere or Larzac.. nonsense :D
The day after, we went for a big walk in the hills. We went to see a big cat in the field, he was very very big. something like 6m high! and he was in stone! This rock was meant to be a religous meating point in the past and one of the St Patrick magic kind of place as well :D
so anyway i climbed this damn rock without any trouble (im still a jedi). The view was breath-taking. So cool, you could see far far far away, fields and sheeps :) and cows , and even some lamas ( we met some on the way). This rock is meant to be the center point of Ireland.
on the way back, that was a dangerous adventure, we had to cross swamps, with nasty crocs. I though jen would have drawn in the 5 cm of water :D. Later we were in troubles with bulls in fury. That was a bit scary, and i really though they would have attack us. But they were probably scared by me ;)