well, let me start by letting all of ye know about the State of Affairs here... i've got 10 days left and i'm so mixed up inside about leaving. most americans when they study abroad, i've found, spend their time for the most part with other americans... so leaving means a mass exodus as well as common feelings of reminiscence. they know that coming back to the place wouldn't mean as much because the people wouldn't be here..
..but as for me, while i've the american girls with whom i go out on a regular basis, and make dinner and cook and all that... i also have the paddlers, with whom i've been friends since october. while i know that they'll miss me, they'll still all have each other, you know? so i'm just.. not here. ahhhhh it actually kind of hurts to think about. anyway. let me tell you about sherkin island, a month ago ;), and then i'll have one or two more posts for you before i leave. promise. i might get to them at home, but they'll happen.
SO: we packed up our gear and boats onto the cars and drove through skib and baltimore. we parked the vehicles just along the shore, and unpacked gear, and off we went!!
look at all the paddlers... it was just the 5 lads and myself. WHAT a weekend though... it was more a large piss up upon an island with a population of around 100 people. total. and then there was us, i'd say we scared the locals pretty bad at the pub later
we got the shore, and dragged our boats halfway across the island. then discovered that, tanks as they are, h3's make great benches. :-D
then, out comes the tescie wonderstoves... and the lads decided that i had to cook. this was more of a.. well, they can't. they'd fuck it up, for sure.
this is tommy trying to help... trying. ;)
me and anto. he's been one of my closest friends here :) in the back you can see the love boat... we assumed they were out for a dirty weekend ;)
so we had a buncha cans, then stumbled our way to the pub. like i said earlier, we terrified the locals, and discovered that half of them were named 'matt.' as we had our very own matty muscles with us, we realized the he had finally discovered a home. look at all the pint glasses in front of the boys... they decided to have a murphey's contest... and kept going, and going, and going... and i wisely abstained in favour of my carlsberg, and in moderation at that.
finally, meandered back to the tent... and passed out. gunt and i got lost on the way.. i was CONVINCED... absolutely certain that the house in the next field over was our tent. i fell over a barbed wire fence and into a bush. i couldn't stop laughing.
wonder morning after faces. i was the only one who thought to bring breakfast. so i shared. as one would. ;)
me and le gunt aka cian
and the lads in their own compartment.. they just wanted to check out matty's muscles... =D
on the paddle back, we went out of the bay from which were staying and around the island. a slightly longer paddle then the way over. then, i noticed some CAVES in the side of the cliff! in we paddled... SO COOL. it kept getting darker, and narrower... till we were afraid to go farther in case we couldn't get out. or at least i was... brilliant as adventuring goes...
the paddle back was much more bumpy than the 20 minute paddle over. over all it was a shit hot weekend... i REALLY enjoyed it...
more posts for you soon. odds are i'll get them done at home and stick them in... with a farewell post here. xoxo.
chris.
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