The Auld Triangle

Day seven took us from Donegal to Westport, which apparantly is Ireland's version of Ft. Lauderdale -- lots of elderly folks looking for an early buffet and a quaintly over-decorated inn. Still, the drive was nice -- very scenic with mountains, ocean, green, and spray-painted sheep.

Today, we've come to Galway, which seems much more promising.

Mike posted a picture in which the three of us are hoisting pints, two of which are green. The drinks actually belong to Al and Mike, but Mike -- in that way he has -- refused to be photographed with it. So I'm trying to smash the glass into his face feed Mike's drink to him, as he pretends he's drinking my Guinness. Those drink concoctions are the RAGE here in Ireland -- they are a combination of 3 alkapops (alcoholic sodas) and taste something like ungelled lime Jell-O. You can get one from any of your better Irish bartenders by requesting a "fat frog."

Wesport bronzed Lenin's head, much as Waterford bronzed Ghandi's. Once bronzed, Lenin's head swelled to a giant size -- you can never tell how a person will react to bronzing.

Round Round-Up

• 1 at unknown bar in Donegal -- your correspondent wasn't paying attention
• 1 at Lovelle's in Westport
• 1 at Matt Molloy's
• 1 at John J. O'Malley's
• 1 at a weird hotel for old Irish Kenny Rogers enthusiasts in Westport -- once again, not paying attention
• 3 at James O'Grady's Jade Garden Chinese Restuarant (I may have misread the sign on that one...)

We're on our way ack to the states in less than two days. If there's time to post about Galway tomorrow, I'll do so, but from the looks of the nightlife here, I'll make no guarantees.

Cheers, friends...