We got away late because it was a sleep in morning after our big night eating gourmet food and drinking a whole bottle of red. We headed into Letterkenny where we looked at the nice cathedral and Lyn lit candles for everybody. Then we split up. I went to the Donegal Museum but it was closed for lunch so I had to wait 15 minutes. (Ireland often feels like you are in a time warp. The television shows are quaintly amateurish and so is the plumbing.) The museum had a handful of good things. When I got out I found Lyn, who'd found jewellery and some lunch. Letterkenny has a thing for monumental roundabout sculpture - sample below.
Our final detour in the republic for a while was Grianan Ailligh. This was a round fort / religious site / burial thingummy that should be famous but really isn't. It is amazing in itself but is even more amazing for the views it commands. It is 2kms up a country road and therefore inaccessible for tour buses. Still, if the Cliffs of Moher can charge 6€ per person to look at cliffs then this place has to be the on somebody's development list.
The two specks on top of Grianan Ailligh are me and 'Mark from Virginia'. I'm saying, "Can you believe this place?" And he replies, "And can you believe there's nobody else here? " etc.
After Grianan Ailligh it was a short drive into the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, a transition marked by no ceremony whatsoever, not even a sign! The clearest indication that we had changed countries was that there was a roundabout every kilometre and the speed signs were in mph.
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