Cashel Rock looms impressively at you when you drive around a bend in the road heading south from Dublin to Killarney. Naturally, we pulled over to take photos with a dozen or more other tourists.
There was once a castle here until the king gave it to the church.
The luck of the Irish was with us. We had lunch, sandwiches and the best hot chips ever, in the town below the Rock and were given free tickets! So up we went. And the rain held off while we explored . The choir lived here, quite a nice place.
The cathedral is a ruin, walls but no roof. It is large.
The oldest building is this golden sandstone chapel which no one is allowed to enter. We could look in through a glass doorway, but it is all sealed up try to preserve it.
The local lads were gathering with their horses for a ride on the local roads.
Mostly older men take paying guests for rides around Killarney near where we are staying for this week. There are a lot of these jaunting carts as they are called.
Killarney town sits near to, but not right on the shores of, three attractive lakes. There are lots of walks near the lakes.
Killarney town centre - full of tourists - proudly proclaims "250 years of tourism."
Torc Waterfall, a pleasant walk near the lake and an even shorter walk from a carpark where buses spew out tourists.
This is more like what I expected Ireland to be like. Wet, and green, hilly and treed. But full of tourists in places - yuk. Yes, I know...I am one too.
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