I can’t believe it’s been two weeks since we returned. Getting the garden ready for winter seems to take longer every year!
Our first bus tour. My last bus tour.
There were 19 Canadians signed up for the last Royal Irish Tour of the season. Five were from Newfoundland, two from B.C. and the rest of us from around Ontario. Luckily, there were no oddballs and only one smoker, so it was a harmonious group.
The only wrinkle was on day three, when we changed seats and Hub and I ended up four rows back. Over the left side front wheels. It’s been so long since I rode anything but the train or an aircraft as a passenger, I’d forgotten that I’m susceptible to motion sickness. Being hit with nausea and vertigo was not a lot of fun, let me tell you.
The fact that we were on a road called Corkscrew Trail on the way to the memorial sit of Irish patriot Michael Collin’s ambush didn’t help much, either. But unlike one other lady, I didn’t hurl up my breakfast on the side of the road.
But all in all, it was a wonderful adventure. Great food and accommodations. Not too crammed an itinerary. A beautiful country, but with a long history of suffering, political upheaval and loss.