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 peninsula.
Off the bus in Killarney, I met a fellow from Wicklow who was also traveling without much of a plan. We went out on the piss. In our discussions, we decided to travel north together, to Tralee. We went out on the piss again.
This put me, on our goodbyes the next morning, at the head of the Dingle peninsula.
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.