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We’re in Fanore, The Burren, but I keep thinking I’m in Hawaii: beautiful sunsets, tropical plants, dramatic scenery.

We walked a loop on good, quiet trails across The Burren, returning to Fanore. The weather has been fine for a week.

We continued walking through The Burren until we reached Fanore for the night.

Me, Cliffs of Moher, walking Liscannor to Doolin. 100’s of people at visitors’ center who came to look over the edge.

We’re repositioned and ready to backpack parts of The Burren, starting Thursday.

On a bus, transport public. We drove thru old Limerick\I wanted 2 Tweet\A poem, real neat\But needed > 118 characters.

Backpacked back to Bantry along Sheep’s Head Way: great views, great weather. The trails are good, and well-marked.

Panic! Our local (Eileen’s) is closed Mondays. Mercifully there was another decent pub in Kilcrohane, down the road.

Posted about our current base for hiking: Sheep’s Head Peninsula, southwest Ireland.

Hiked to end of the isolated Sheep’s Head Peninsula, while 1,000’s of people flew silently to N. America (contrails).

Sheep’s Head Peninsula: walked on a ridge trail on peat, rock, and heather, with the Atlantic on each side.

Today, we start walking The Sheep’s Head Way.

Cork, Ireland, end of noisy pub meal, the server said “turkey sex farty.” Fighting the fog of jet lag, I paid €36.40

Living the jet-set highlife, at Chicago’s O’Hare waiting for a flight to Shannon. Maybe if I took off my shoes…

Rock art, Uluru-Kata Tjuta National Park, Australia’s Red Centre. Kodachrome, 1992.

4-day tramp, Kepler Track, South Island, New Zealand, 2006. The mist did a dance, revealing glimpses of steep valleys