Travel Day 2

This morning I had a minor heart attack 'cause there are actually two different bus stations right across the street from each other and I was at the wrong one. I was 20 minutes early though, so it really didn't matter. Oh yeah I guess I have too much stuff cause one of the straps of my grocery bag thing broke. So now I have to carry it like a basket or something instead of just throwing it over my shoulder. Good thing there's only one more day I have to carry it around.

The bus left Galway at 10:30 and got to Sligo at around 1:20. I didn't know that place was so big. I'd heard of it and everything, but I didn't think it was as big as it is. Anyway, after another hour we got here. That last hour of the bus ride is brilliant. This is where the mountains live. They are nothing like ours, but they are tall enough to have a little tiny bit of snow up at the top. Right outside of Sligo there are huge mesas coming up out of nowhere. I don't know what they're called for real. Plateaus I guess. But it's just beautiful. The whole of this town is a triangle--they call it "The Diamond." This hostel is only a kilometer away--which is only a little over half a mile--but it felt a lot longer today with all the shit I've accumulated over the week.

I feel like I've gotten really lucky with hostels this week. The woman who runs this one is really nice as well. I threw all my stuff down on a bed and turned around and went into town again because I wanted to use the light that was left in the day. She told me about this walkway that goes around the edge of the bay into the town. It was fantastic. It was sunny, dusk, warm, the water was going out, across the way you can see the ancient abbey and graveyard. It was perfect. Madre, I think this place has ashes sprinkling potential.

So far, if there's one thing that Ireland really fails at, it's salad. I didn't order a salad, but I got one as a side thing because I was feeling the need for some ruffage and it was just weird. You'd think that if you can grow cabbage like none other, you'd have some decent lettuce. But no, they had a few little strips of iceburg and the rest was peppers, onions, cucumbers, and corn. It was weird. So, I walked around town for a while before decided that I wanted to eat something and then I was indecisive for another little while before going into a restaurant. It wasn't particularly good, but it also wasn't particularly expensive, so whatever.

Then it was getting dark and I did the first something that I probably shouldn't have done. I went back along that same path even though I don't think it's any shorter. I may be longer actually. It wasn't too dark when I left the restaurant, but by the time I was half way along the trail it was. The moral of the story is dusk is brilliant and twilight is scary.

When I got back here guess who I found. The Germans--two of them are Dutch, but oh well. The people I first met at orientation and went out with in Dublin and kind of stopped talking to, they are here. It's really random. I might hang out with them tomorrow because they've picked up the Australian I'm sharing a room with and they actually have a plan for what they are going to do whereas I have no idea and will probably just end up walking around in the hills all day. We'll see though...they aren't my favorite people in the world.