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To Dingle, Ireland

Bursting to get out of Kilkenny for a weekend, I chose a point of destination westward. I decided I'd go to Staigue Fort, a late-Iron-age stone construction on the Iveragh (or "Ring of Kerry") peninsula.

Off the bus in Killarney, I met a fellow from Wicklow who was also traveling without much of a plan. We agreed to meet for a pint after checking into the hostel.

The girl at the hostel said that no beds would be available the following night. Eoin and I went out on the piss. In our discussions, we decided to travel north together. To Tralee, as it turned out. We went out on the piss again.

This put me, on our goodbyes the next morning, at the head of the Dingle peninsula, just north of the Iveragh, which I'd intended to explore.

I got a bus to Dingle, the main town.

In Dingle, at a hostel downtown, I met Kim. Kim was a young Dutch woman, from Nijmegen.

I went there for about a year and a half.

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