This trip started in a weired way. My debit card is good for nothing normaly. its not accepted on any online payment site. I found a site, that says book your ferry tickets to Aran islands. I tried it, assured that it will fail, and 'walla' it went through. Now i had book my entire trip around the ticket. So booked a bus ticket to Galway, from there another bus to the ferry terminal. Saturday morning 5 am, i am off to the Aran islands. It was sea sick on the ferry, but once i was sure footed on the island, it was a marvelous experience. The island has a population of 800 people, its 15 miles length and 3 mile width was short and sweet. I hired a bike and started exploring the few key places on the island. it seems in the entire country of Ireland, this is the only place where the native Irish language is spoken regularly and hence persevered. There were ruins of some ancient celtic forts, that dates back to 250 BC. The stone walls were facinating. The nature offered me fresh juicy black currants so i never went hungry. Stayed overnight and explored the dangerous cliffs. I was the only soul walking around and i was scared by the thunderous roar of the waves lashing the cliff side. I kept speaking aloud to myself. In another word, i kept my self engaged with myself. breath taking views and natures freshness i still feel if I just close my eyes and image what i saw sitting at the cliff edge.
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Irish warrior who wanted to wage battle with the scottish, who by the way are at visible range from the Irish costline built those steps.Before heading to this place, i did cross the famous rope bridge. It seems a farmer used to take 11 sheep to graze on thsi tiny Island.
my legs hurt
like hell. I was limping for the next two days. Yet I wanted to go, but found out that the tickets are sold out. But on my favorite Bulletin board I found one person giving away the ticket. Woohoo!!! Bought myself a pair of shorts, asked my Gurus Chris and Mihir, how to prepare and they gave me a few tips. Then off i began. There were seven thousand of them. In all shapes, sizes, colours and textures. It was drizziling, but not enough to kill our entusiasm. Found two other Indians there, but me carrying a heavy ego did no acknowledge them. They did the same. At 10 we started. I was number 1452. 
while at the 4 mile mark, noticed garda paving way from some one. I thought it must be the minister of sports. but it was the marathon leaders doing their 8th mile!! Holy cow!! Thats what professional runners are. I was glad to see the 6th mile marker, but my energy level was not down, it was my legs screaming " are you friggin, Crazy" . I walked for half a mile to give them a break. Water was supplied well and many old folks gathered just to cheer us up. Just a clap, or "your are nearly there, keep going" was enough for the extra two steps. The last mile was grueling, but made it just under two hours. Got a T and a lunch box. laid down on the grass and had them. After my suscessful completion on my return to Mr.Silver, I met those Indians again and this time we smiled and spoke,and wished each other "happy Independence day". The thoughts pondered in my head on my way back, and what I realised is events like this unite people, make them come out of the virtual shells they have created for them selves. Strangers patting out back, applauding us, lending water.Some of the girls even came close to me and teased me saying, 'catch me if you can' !! Sixteen kilometers was hard, but the results are more than just finishing the race.
There was a 900 year old Monastary and the picturesque lake. On the way back we headed to the highest attitude pub, its' the Jonny Foxes pub,which is 200 years old. Every thing about it was old fashioned. I found it hard to gulp the food down, because it was authentic Irish food. We had to find our accomodation, which is an old BnB which came into existance in 1840. Its called the 'Old Coach House' which is by the side of a river and the location is called 'Meeting of the Rivers'. How 'novel ish' can it get!! Next day we went to the Motte stone, which was a large boulder atop a hill. Fom there we headed to wexford. 
We visited the Jhonstown castle which was really fantstic. The place was full of beautiful peacocks.Saw the gardens and the moved towards the duncannon castle which was rather disapointing. We were restricted from seeing anything. But then decided to drive down on a needle shaped peice of land extending into the sea. It was the Hooks ring. We reached an ancient 600 year old light house.The sea clashing agaist jagged rocks had a level of beauty. 
We headed back to our BnB, rested and the next day we took a beautiful, scenic drive along the Wicklow mountains. It was three day spent well and returned with a lifetime full of memories. For more pictures, click on the link below
There was music and the dancing began, I was so sleepy that i would catch a few winks and then Noreen would wake me up and pull me back to the dance floor. We had a group photo taken and embossed into a key ring.My friend Mihir and Paula were fantastic on the dance floor. I simply had to stand back and watch them. I sometimes regret why I did not take to drinking because it looks like so much fun.Then my values kick and balance restored. This was the most memorable night out for me and I did this all for a key ring!!