Holy Windbags Batman!!

Well Taylor is much better today and we have outfitted her with some antibiotics and I have told her if she gets sick again we will throttle her. Surprisingly she doesn’t believe me !!??

Driving in this place is unbelievable. The major roads are no more than the width of a truck and car so if a truck and truck meet I think they have to send out a road team to make some more bitumen. It is not a matter of pulling on the median as the median in most places consists of a dry stone wall some 5 feet high or a hedge of blackberry of similar height. I am getting used to passing cars, trucks, tractors and itinerant animals with no more than 15cm to spare at speed. I am going to scare the hell out some people in Australia when I start driving there again.

The wind has started picking up a bit here so I might watch the weather report and see what is going on. OK more rain, that is expected, down to 8 degrees, that is expected and winds of 100km/hr and gusting to 140km/hr, WHAT THE!!!??? We are staying right on the Atlantic coast here about 5 km in land and we are getting salt spray on the windows. If we were in Australia this would called a cyclone of category 3. I decided to get down to the water to see what it was like with the kids. We get all of our clothing on and actually mean everything we brought to the country. I got out down near the water and the went to get the kids out of the car but put them back in the car when they could not get their feet on the ground. Carmody basically flapped at the end of end my arm laughing all the way. Taylor just looked on in horror and wouldn’t move. The car aerial is bent at 90 degrees to normal just because of the wind. I have tried to take some photos but I could not stand still. Sea foam is being blown in land at least a kilometre!

Today we were off to see some rock on top of another rock (a ruin) Bunraty castle, apparently it is famous! We stop to fill up the car and get about ½ a tank of fuel and then suddenly it stops???? We decide to split up and the girls continue onto the medieval fun and the men stay with the modern bucket-o-pus. We wind up having to be towed back to town about 30km and the mechanic then proceeds to drain a litre of water out of the fuel pump, tank and injectors. All the way saying, with the thickest accent “I doon theen the waranteee will cover thas!”. ???? Hello National rent-a-rally car. This one is broke! Send me another! After half a day of stuffing around they did and it has not cost a jot. Big smile appears on Andrew’s dial.