Slide Fire and life..

Thursday, May 22, 2014, 2:56 AM Flagstaff, 10:57 AM Salisbury

Since last evening I've been glued to my phone and netbook watching the events taking place around my home in Flagstaff due to the Slide Fire.  A couple of my friends have asked if there is anything they can do for me in connection with my home.  I watch posts and news reports about neighbors getting ready to evacuate or have already.  What to take and how much my car/truck will hold?  Do I stay to the last minute or leave early?  I’m now sitting in a pub in Salisbury pondering several of these questions and one more.  Should I book a flight home and head up to Flagstaff?   What would I take seems to be the biggest question?  As I think about it I find the question overwhelming.  My first thought is clothes, a box of old pictures, and then it becomes bigger.  Can’t take my new kitchen, can’t get my truck out as it’s not running yet again, can’t take my bed, can’t take my big tool box or air compressor, can’t take all the chainsaws, there is so much I can’t take whatever will I do without all this stuff? 

Upon return from traveling the Camino de Santiago in 2012 I looked around at all the “stuff” that I’ve acquired and wonder “WHY?”  I have just spent 30 days traveling and having a grand time with just two changes of clothes and a tooth brush.  Why on earth did I need all this stuff which the more I gather seems to tie me down not set me free?   As I inventoried all the stuff I felt the weight of it pushing me down almost stopping my feet from moving.  I made a decision to plan on how to unburden myself.   Clean up the place and get rid of things I’m not using = not done.  Spend the winter getting the house ready to rent out putting some money in my pocket = not done.  Look for a place closer to town so I could use my bike or walk rather than drive = not done.  Well not gotten much done to lighten the load?   Going to do so much an ended up doing so little, but ignoring the weight.  Now nature, with the help of a careless human, may take care of all of that.   So I've decided I’d just take clothes and a download from my computer.   I kidded with a friend of mine yesterday that I’d collect the insurance money and start over new.  I've done it before, several times, and can do it again.  I have my health, my kids, grand-kids and family don’t need a hell of a lot more than that do I?  The rest is just STUFF!

I'll not be booking a flight home as there in not much to be done except pray that my friends in Flagstaff and what they hold dear are safe during this trying time.

A Trip to Nowhere…well not really..

Sunday, May 18, 2014, 2:23 AM Phoenix, 10:23 AM Salisbury

Kicking back and relaxing after my Odyssey.   Made my meeting at the Festival office where I renewed acquaintance with the general manager Helen and the met the head to the volunteers Jane.  We are trained in how to answer phones and what to say when one picks up.  Seems they may need more of my time than originally planned; no worries mate!   Picked up my bike and packed my panniers in an attempt to get ready to travel.  However, yet another glitch raised its head in the form of a sim card that is turning out to be a pain.  Have to wait for the store to open so I can have them give a look see what’s up.  So back at the Kings Head for another porridge and coffee along with the use of their WiFi.  Contacted Adelia, a person I met on the Camino last year, and said I’d like to head her way for a visit.

It looks to be a two day ride to get to where she lives then will probably take the train back to Salisbury.  However, I may have to put that off due to it being too late a start time.   I’m checking the map again to see if I can make the first campground since I don’t want to dry camp right off the bat.   When to the movie rode around town, worked on the bike, bought some stuff that I found out I could not live without.  I’ve not been up to much guess you could say I’m on vacation.

Wednesday, May 21, 2014, 6:41 AM, 2:41 pm England

Spend most of Sunday dealing with the phone store in an attempt to get my phone sorted out.  After a little research I find that on a recent downloaded updater from Android my phone was re-locked and it would now have to pay for an unlock code.  Tired of dealing with it especially since there are so may free WiFi hotspots around the city.  Left Salisbury on Monday at around 8:00 AM and am glad I’m finally on the road.   My plan is to ride down to Poole and then catch a train to Adelia’s town, spend a few days then head back to Salisbury to work at the Festival.  No plans after that at his point.

It was a long hard ride as it seems I’d forgotten just how steep the hills are here.  It’s been awhile since I've made a long ride that included many hills.  I did spend a great deal of time walking along side my bike up some quite steep inclines.  Past through some lovely villages one of which is Rockbourne is close to the New Forest. The Roman villa once stood in the center of a large farming estate, and is the largest known villa in the area. Its history spans the period from the Iron Age, about 800 BC to 100 AD, to the 5th century AD.  Next stop was Cranbourn where had lunch in a charming pub called the Sheaf of Arrows with good food and friendly staff.  They watched my bike and backpack while I took a little break and visited the local church.  St Mary’s and St Bartholomew which was once a monastery until Henry the VIII came along.

Harder riding to come then the commencing of a sore butt and ending at a lovey camp site which I had all to myself.    I arrived at Wilksworth Farm Caravan Park around 4:30 PM and was warmly greeted.  After checking for the first time in all the time coming to England this is the first with and electricity at my pitch.  The clerk even gave me a cord to use.   Set up and ready for dinner I pop down to the store to see if they have a roll or two.   The helpful lady was sorry she had on frozen bread available.  They she say’s “Here I’ve just been shopping you can have one of ours, my husband won’t miss it.”  We have a good laugh after I ask if her husband will come looking for me and his roll.  After a dinner of vegetarian beans on toast and a salad it’s time for some sleep.

I’m up and off reaching Wimborne where I stop to take a picture from a bridge.  A fellow comes along and tells me how a month ago the whole area I’m looking at was under water from flooding.  We talk a bit about where we are from and where I’m headed.  He tells me of a bike walking path, Castleman Trailway, created from an old RR line long gone.  It is a lovely ride right to Poole.  It is a nice level ride, thankfully, no hills.  Up on reaching Poole I head to the RR station expecting to catch the next train to Exeter and south.  I find out, again, that I don’t know the English train system as well as I thought.   In order to get to Adelia’s town I have to make five changes and it will be a 5 hour ride taking me back to Salisbury.  I get a text from Adelia wanting to know when she can expect me.   I’m on my way back to Salisbury, disheartened that I had not planned things better, where I call Adelia and explain my plight.  We have a laugh and make plans for me to head, via the correct train to her with no restrictions on the amount of time I have to get there or leave.

I arrive at the Salisbury Caravan and Camping Club with Wendy waiting for me at the door step.  After the usual warm welcome she escorts me to the Arizona Corner or the Carl and Mark Corner.  We chat on the way about family and travels.  Nigel is off flying so will not get to see him until later.  After setting up camp it is time to head into town for some provisions and dinner at you guessed it; The Kings Head.  Up no my return I find two fellows from Italy set up near me.   I have a talk with one of them about the equipment we have.   He does not speak English and I do not speak Italian, but we have a conversation anyway.  I’m always amazed at how, no matter the language barrier, we find a way to communicate and laugh.   What a shame that our world leaders can do that.

Dublin to Salisbury

Thursday, May 15, 2014, 5:44 AM Arizona, 1:44 PM England

I am currently at my favorite pub the Kings Head in downtown Salisbury having arrived this morning at 12:30 AM after, practically, a non-stop trip from Phoenix.  The ferry trip to Holyhead was very relaxing and gave me time to nap, nosh, and writes a bit.  However, after arriving at Holyhead it was anything but relaxing.  Retrieved my bag from the ferry and headed to the train station which is attached to the ferry terminal.   The train was already there so quickly trotted to it then sat there for ten before we were off.  I keep thinking there has got to be a faster way to get to Salisbury and ask the conductor who does not know.   We are traveling through the Wales then down into the England watching the beautiful country side slid by.  Just an aside I’m watching an older gent across from me eating lunch which consists of Curry, a beer and a glass of wine.   So my travel will take me across half of England in order to get from Holyhead to Salisbury.   We reach Shrewsbury where I again ask the conductor if there is a better connection.

He tells me to ask again when I reach Birmingham which will be a train change to start heading south.  At Birmingham I ask the conductor and he looks at his little time table.  I ask if it isn’t faster to head to Southampton Central rather than Bristol Temple Mead.  I have in my head that all trains gong to Southampton Central go through Salisbury, from the north, first.   He agrees with me and tells me to wait for the next SC train in ½ an hour.  My train for BTM leaves and I call the YHA while waiting.  There is a fellow there who is going to wait for me as I’ll arrive after the desk closes.  I explain that I think I’ll get there a bit earlier then I told him; we are both happy.

As the train pulls into the station the stations it will go through are announces; Salisbury is not one of them.  I ask the train conductor if this train will get me to Salisbury.  He say’s “We’ll get you to Salisbury Mate,” and off we go.  I have this sinking feeling I’ve made a grievous error.  As we travel along I make my way to the front of the train where the train manager hangs out.  I tell him I was told this train would get me to Salisbury.  He taps away on his little machine and prints out an itinerary.  I have to change trains at Blazing Stoke which will get me to Salisbury at 12:33 AM.  Had I stayed followed the original time table I’d have been there at 11:33 PM.  My confidence is waning “If I were not along this would not have happened.”

We arrive at Blazing Stoke where I’ll wait for the train to Salisbury.  I enter the waiting room and instantly I recognize the place and another mess up pops into my head.   I think it was about four years ago I had to make a train change here for Salisbury also.  I had put my back pack on the luggage rack, which I had never done before, and found a seat.  When I left the train, not paying attention, the back pack remained.  I leisurely made a call to my mother and as we were hanging up I realized there was no back pack on my back.  This particular station as a fellow how monitors trains on a large desk.  In a tizzy I tell him my plight.  About twenty minutes later he tells me they found it.  I can retrieve it at the Southampton Central station.  I was to arrive in Salisbury at 9:30 PM and I’ll now arrive at, oh guess what time? 12:30 AM.   I call the YHA again and tell the fellow waiting for me to go to bed I’ll pitch my tent when I get there.  The train to Salisbury pulls in and off I go arriving at 1:00 AM.

I grab a cab to the YHA find a patch of ground and begin to put my tent together.  There are other campers here and I’m trying to be very quiet.   However, there is this motion activated light that is now flashing on and off every time I move.  Oh wait not one but two are not blinking at me.  The fellow in a tent near mind gets up and tells me the lights are flashing…NO Shit think I, but I smile and apologize.   I settle in to my sleeping bag and look at my watch it is 2:00 AM.  I left my son’s house in Phoenix at 6:30 AM on Tuesday.  I have been on planes, trains and automobiles, and let’s not forget buses and ferries for 44 hours.  H

Canada to Dublin

Wednesday, May 14, 2014, 1:17 AM Phoenix time

One hour to landing in Ireland then a long day of travel to reach Salisbury.  So Air Canada has managed to hit strike three being poor service, bad food and no in-flight entertainment.  I settle in to my extra leg room seat which is facing a bulk head.  I search the walls and ceilings for monitors for in-flight entertainment and find none.  Shortly after takeoff “dinner” is served and I’m asked if I would like pasta or chicken.  I say pasta thinking spaghetti in sauce but receive noodles with meat.  I ask for my complementary wine that every airline I've been on serves.  However, not Air Canada they charge $12.00 for a plastic glass of wine.  I’m considering looking for another airline to get home on as this is the worst experience I've had flying in ever.   I cannot wait to get off this plane and away from Air Canada.   I have checked my email and still have not received the promised discount code the service center supervisor said would be sent.  This is fine my me as I have no intention of ever setting foot on another Air Canada flight.

Upon arrival at Dublin I’ll take a bus to the Irish Ferry terminal.  From there I’ll travel to Holyhead via ferry, then train to Salisbury.  The expected time of arrival there is 11 PM which should give me enough time to get to the YHA and check in for the night.  That is if all goes well.  If not I’ll pitch my tent stretch out and go to sleep.  I did this route last year with Mark and enjoyed both rides which gave me time to relax and collect my thoughts.  There are always tables to sit at on the ferry with electric connections.  I can’t remember if the ferry had Wi-Fi last year.  However, the terminal did so I should be able to connect with the family.  My ticket on the train should give me seat at a table also.  Some of the trains in the U.K. now have electric outlets by the tables and some have Wi-Fi.

Out of the airport looked for a bus to get to the Irish Ferry port.  Everyone I ask looks at me as if I were asking them how to get to the moon.  Last year Mark and I traveled to the port and back from city center so that’s where I head.  Bus drives past the ferry port, then past the city center, I get off the bus and head to a central bus stop.  Guy there tells me I have to walk couple of blocks toward the Spire and get bus 53.  This is not what we did last year, screw it I hail a cab.  Nice chat with David, the driver, as we head back the way I just came.  Just another adventure!  Checking in at the Ferry Port goes smoothly with time for a cup of coffee.  We’re off a very smooth crossing which allows me to nap a bit, read a bit and we’re in Holyhead.  Off the ferry on to the waiting train which will whisk me to Salisbury.  Well maybe not whisk as it will be almost a seven hour train ride.   I’m back in the U.K. for the ninth year kind of melancholy experience traveling alone again.

2014 Travels start...

Tuesday, May 13, 2014, 11:33:15 AM Phoenix time

I just left Phoenix on Air Canada heading to Toronto.  So far my experience with Air Canada has been a negative one.  I booked my flight to Dublin with them due to price which was $733.00 round trip from Phoenix.  Only drawback was the return trip would be 30 hours which for the price I can live with.  About a week before the flight I get notification of a flight change.  I was supposed to get back to Phoenix at around 10 PM, now I would not arrive until after midnight.   My flight was supposed to leave Dublin at 9 AM and will not leave until Noon.  I called the airline to see if there was something they could do to get me home earlier.   Spoke to a representative who seemed friendly enough explained my situation and asked if there were any other flights.  After a bit she said there were other flights however, they would all require a stay over in the connecting city.

I then asked if there were any upgrades available due to the inconvenience.   She informed me that Air Canada does not offer upgrades for schedule changes.  So that was that I said good bye and as I’m putting down the phone I hear her saying, she must have thought the phone has hung up, “Jesus Christ it’s a fucking schedule change what does he…”  I call back and speak to another reprehensive and report what happened requesting to speak to a supervisor.  “We don’t transfer to supervisors you’ll be put in a queue for one to call you back.  It may take up to 48 hours. Do you wish to be put in a queue?”  I respond affirmatively and we hang up.  It takes about four times playing phone tag to speak to a supervisor.  She apologizes that this happened and asked me some questions.  She tell me she is going to have stern talk with the representative.  Again I ask if there is an upgrade available due to the schedule change and representatives behavior.  She tells me there is not upgrade available but, she will email me a code that will give in a discount on any flight and it will be good for a year.  To date no promo code has shown up in my email.  Needless to say I’ll think twice about ever using Air Canada again.

While standing on line to clear security a wheel chair with a woman and dog is brought into the line.  The dog was one of those small yappy types and had made itself known long before they arrived.  Everyone on line had strained their neck to see what was coming.  The dog yapped incessantly while the woman cleared security, then all the way to the gate and guess who’s gate the woman ended up at?  If you guessed mine you would be correct.  I approached the desk and asked if I would have to listen to that all the way to Toronto?  Three agents looked at each other smiled and gave me no answer.  One shrugged his shoulders looking helpless as if they had never been in this situation before nor knew what to do.  Another passenger said to me “they just gave it a tranquilizer so all should be well.”  Strike two for Air Canada.  I’ve not heard a yap since boarding.  There is so little room between the seats that you cannot even open a magazine without reclining the seat back.   Only three hours left till we land hopefully things will improve.  I arrived in Toronto without incident at around 5 PM my flight to Dublin does not leave until 10 PM.  Flight was O.K., a little rough, $6.00 for some kind of wrap, all in all your basic flight.

The airport has a very large section for charging you electronics along with free iPod use.  I was able to access my Gmail account and let everyone know arrived safely.  However, can to connect to the internet with phone or net book weird.   Currently taking sometime to charge my computer and phone then off to get some dinner at what looks like some pretty upscale restaurants.  I’m in the international terminal lots of high end shops to spend your money in.  Lots of people dressed up for travel which I've not seen in a long time.        

I first started going to England in 2006 and traveled alone and did so for the next two years.  For the next three years my friend Mark and I traveled together for part of the time spent there.  Two years ago I traveled with friend Lisa for almost the whole time I was over there.  Last year Mark and I traveled together again and after he left I traveled with my daughter.  This year I my daughter will meet me in July, but I’m traveling alone again and it seems weird.  I realize that traveling with Mark took some of the stress off me in terms of decision making.  This also happened with Lisa when we traveled Spain because she spoke Spanish and I did not.  I found myself thinking I have no one this year to keep me on track.  So it seems I’ve lost some of the confidence I had when I first traveled alone. 

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Salisbury International Arts Festival

Sunday, May 26, 2013

11:46 AM Arizona, 7:48 PM England

Back to the theme thing I was taking about in an earlier post.  The theme is still evolving and I think it will be multilevel.   Things change on a daily basis as to what I’m going to be doing the rest of the trip.  Arrangements have been made which does not allow for a joint trip to Canterbury.  So I can do the ride alone or go via train thus arriving in Spain earlier than I expected to.  Then my daughter may want to join me in Spain which again changes the time table.  This may have something to do with discerning the difference between doing things to my time table or adjusting to others.  When and how often do you make allowances for others?   I met a couple at the Salisbury Museum this morning who invited me to coffee.  Virginia said “Always like talking to people from other countries.”   So I sat down with Harold and Virginia to chat about our travels.  We spent about half hour talking and Harold said “It’s important to travel with someone who is compatible, makes everything nicer.”  Well it certainly does!

 

Today is my second day of Stewarding at the Festival.  Yesterday prior to starting my shift Mark and I wandered through the different free events.  We watched a show that had performers swinging and dancing in a cage, than another where performers bounced on a trampoline and wrestled with a carpet we could not figure out was that was about.  Than it was time to “go to work” and I was assigned to the Rag and Bone Yard where the performers rode on contraptions covered with junk.  I ended with them fighting a junk dragon all very symbolic.  The Cathedral Close was the area this opening was staged in.  The majority of the acts presented were free.  I was then assigned to wander around and “be a presents” for the crowd.  Prior to my wandering I was reunited with Anne, a member of the Festival team, with a big hug.  I met Anne when I first started coming to England eight years ago.  She is a charming young lady who has always welcomed me with her beautiful smile.

Later in the evening Liz, who use to work for the YHA, came up and I received yet another wonderful hug and greeting.  We have known each other for about five years now and meet annually at the Festival.  She left the YHA a few years ago to teach and get married.  I thought I would never see her again but, here we are.  She married a very nice chap named Greg and she is now pregnant.  After Liz and I chatted for a bit she left we to wandered some more.  I was a very happy camper having been greeted by two longtime friends, then Greg came up and greeted to me.  It was a pleasuer to see him again after meeting him for the first time last year.  He was gracious and invited me to call when I returned to Salisbury so we could have dinner, than offered me their spare room to sleep in when I return from Spain.   I am very grateful for all the friends I've

made here in Salisbury over the years.  Every year new ones are added which makes me feel very blessed.

As the sun slowly set the tempter began to cool and I, already dealing with a bit of a head cold, thought it prudent to head back to my tent just as the fireworks started.  I was able to watch them in my rear-view mirrors as I rode away.  As I came closer to the campground I heard quite loud music from somewhere ahead of me.  It seems there was quite a party going on somewhere passed the campground and the acoustics made it sound as if it were right next to us.

Today my shift was from 2 pm to 4 pm so I spent most of the morning, which was cool and cloudy, in Starbucks.  By the time I went to “work” the sun was out and it had become quite a nice day.  I was assigned to guard a musical sculpture in the Close.  There were about 10 of these spread over the Close grounds humming, drumming, clanging, and whistling.   I could see the piece of art I was guarding in my friend Jill’s Art store.  It was really a very soothing piece that was made to sound like river rushes in the wind.  I could see it in my garden if I had one.  After my shift we when to dinner and I was able to speak to my daughter, son and some of the grand-kids.  It was Rebecca’s, my youngest granddaughter, birthday.  Happy Birthday Rebecca!

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

1:40 PM Arizona, 9:40 PM Devizes UK

So the thing is that there always seems to be a theme that pops up about these journeys.  Sometimes it takes a while for them to appear and other times they become apparent quite quickly.   Today on my ride back to the campground I decided to stop and sit at a bench along the canal.  I chose this particular bench because on the ride in this morning there was a young woman sitting there with earphone wires disappearing into here auburn hair.  As I rode up she had the most amazing smile as if she were very glad to see me.  I said good morning as did she and I rode on.  Sitting on the bench later felt remorseful that I had not stopped and talked to her.  As I sat there this evening a puppy belonging to a young woman bounded over to me.  The young lady followed and we struck up a conversation.   Her name was Nicole and the pups name was Murphy who was four months old.  Within a few minutes we exchanged quite a lot of information about ourselves and families.

She was from Robin Hood country and her partner was in the military currently based in the Falkland’s.   It was nice to just chat with no agenda involved.  It is a shame that all conversations cannot take on that kind of openness.  But, for some reason some conversations which would be productive don’t happen or happen too late to be of any use.  Like the conversation about feelings for another person seem to be the most difficult.  Often it is made difficult by whatever reasons that the mind builds up that it would not be a good thing to do.  How many times have I not stopped and had the conversation I wanted to only to regret it later?  How many times have I not had a conversation because my head has rationalized it would make no sense to have it?  Sadly, reflecting on that thought, far too often, far, far too often.  Then when brave enough to speak my truth it is far too late.

This is probably the fourth time I’ve been to Devizes usually just for an overnight stay then on to Bath in the morning.  This time I decided that I’d like to spend a day here just to look around.  The days are still a bit chilly not getting much over 55 degrees.  The sky continues to be over cast with gray clouds through which the sun peaks but not often.  The Kennet – Avon Canal here is a master piece of engineering.   There are 29 closely placed locks built in the 1800’s that once moved goods to and from markets.  Now it is used mostly by pleaser boaters who travel or live on the canal.  The boats are handsomely decorated with vibrant colors, plants and pottery.  Some of the old canal barges were turned into pleasure boats, but now they are built from scratch from to the owners likes.  I always thought my brother in law Vic would like to take one down the canal.  They putter along at about three miles an hour just enough to give it some maneuverability.   Since the canal is a fairly straight affair with a few long turns the boats don’t need to be that maneuverable. 

There is a Norman church here built in 1130 by the same bishop that built the cathedral in Salisbury that I love so.  It still has three sections of walls that are from the original church.  The church was locked and I asked some ladies raking up cut grass from between the grave stones when it would be open.  A key was fetched and I was allowed in for a look about.   When I left there was a fellow, who sounded Irish, out front practicing his juggling.   I've walked around town, had some lunch at the local Wetherspoons, purchased a tire pump for my bike, and found some sweet peppers for snacks.  Mark comes out from Wetherspoons, where he has sequestered himself for most of the day, to walk around the town.  We decide to have dinner the as Mark does not want to cook at the campground.  I head back to the campground alone as I’ve had enough screaming kids for one day.

Mark catches up to me and we ride the canal back to the campground.  I explain to Mark that I want to head back to Salisbury and not continue on to Bath.  I show him the route back, different from the one we used to get here He is not enthusiastic about it and wants to ride the canal to the next town then take a train back to Salisbury.  I would prefer to ride as I need to get in shape if I’m to ride in Spain.  We go separated ways.

More Dublin

Saturday, May 18, 2013

1:17 PM Arizona, 9:17 PM England

Last I wrote was on Saturday May 11^th from Dublin.  I am now in Salisbury, England at the YHA where I will stay for two days.

Recapping the last seven days is a bit like trying to remember a particularly good dream after waking up.  The bits and pieces swim through my mind but it is hard to make a whole of the parts.  So rather than day by day I’ll just hit some highlights.  The first highlight was that my bag was delivered to the hostel the day after we arrived.  The hostel where we stayed was called the “The Times” and our rooms were on the top floor, which mean lugging suitcases up three flights of stairs.  The room had 10 beds with metal baskets underneath to store stuff, one bathroom, and was as mix of men and woman.   We would find out that the baskets sounded like a cat fight when pulled open.  We did not use ours but, it seemed everyone else did especially in the middle of the night.  The only bed left when we arrived was the one right in front of the bathroom.   Some genius put the switch for the light outside the bathroom.  In order to use the bathroom one would turn the switch on then go in and shut the door.  Of course the same was true upon exiting.  Our bed was lit up every time someone would enter or exit.  Sleeping became somewhat of a chore, but I managed without too much grumbling.

The common room/kitchen was on the second floor was a multi-windowed long narrow room.  This was the meeting place for all who were in residence there.  Most of the seats were indented from years of butts sitting in them and quite uncomfortable.  I spend one night in this room talking to Conny until 2 am solving the worlds and ours problems.   Several times I had to ask for the radio or T.V. to be turned down due to their being quite loud.   Many of the students staying here were from Italy attending a local academy to learn English.   Two of them make dinner one night for everyone which included a new group of about twenty.  Managed to get a bowl of pasta which went well with the Spanish wine from Leon I have purchased. 

We went for a tour of Trinity College which is the oldest in Ireland.  I claim to fame is the Book of Kill’s which is held in the old library.  The Book of Kells is celebrated for its lavish decoration. The manuscript contains the four Gospels in Latin based on a Vulgate text, written on vellum (prepared calfskin), in a bold and expert version of the script known as "insular majuscule".  The place of origin of the Book of Kells is generally attributed to the scriptorium of the monastery founded around 561 by St Colum Cille on Iona, an island off the west coast of Scotland. In 806, following a Viking raid on the island which left 68 of the community dead, the Columban monks took refuge in a new monastery at Kells, County Meath. It must have been close to the year 800 that the Book of Kells was written, although there is no way of knowing if the book was produced wholly at Iona or at Kells, or partially at each location.

Earlier I took the tram service which is called LUAS from one end of Dublin to the other and back.  It was a pleasant relaxing ride.   I got off at one of the stops which allowed me to visit the Kilmainham Gaol (Jail) is one of the largest unoccupied gaols in Europe, it was involved in some of the most heroic and tragic events in Ireland's history and its emergence as a modern nation from 1780s to the 1920s.  When it was built in 1796 and was open over the 128 years it served as a prison, its cells held many of the most famous people involved in the campaign for Irish independence. The British imprisoned and executed the leaders of the 1916 Easter Rising here including Padraig Pearse, Joseph Plunkett and Thomas Clarke.  Children were sometimes arrested for petty theft and held in the prison, the youngest said to be a seven year-old boy.  Many of the adult prisoners were eventually deported to Australia after their stay.  Men, women and children were imprisoned together, up to 5 in each cell, often with only a single candle for light and heat.  Most of their time was spent in the cold and the dark as each candle had to last the prisoner for two weeks.  At Kilmainham women were held in particularly poor conditions considering it was an age that prided itself on a protective attitude for the 'weaker sex'.   As early as his 1809 report the Inspector had observed that male prisoners were supplied with iron bedsteads while females 'lay on straw on the flags in the cells and common halls.' Fifty years later there was little improvement. The women's section, located in the west wing, remained overcrowded. 

After that uplifting experience it was time to some of the pubs to hear Irish music.  The pubs were packed and the music was great however many players felt the need to stop playing Irish music and bring on American tunes.  There was a lot of hand clapping, fiddle playing and load singing even if you did not know the words to the song.  All in all it was a fun night of Pub Crawling” but was home by 10 pm.  Conny and I again engaged in conversation but did not stay up until 2 am again.

The day before we left Mark wanted to go on a bus day tour out into the country.  It was a very nice tour over the Boggs, Guinness estate, wool cloth manufacturing plan from the 1700’s still in operation, and a nice lunch at a small local pub.  John, out tour guide bus drive kept us entertained with song and story throughout the ride.   We were back in Dublin by 5 pm and had dinner at the hostel after making sure we were packed and ready to go.  We would need to be at the bus stop by 6:45 am.