Yesterday, I said goodbye to Jane at Heathrow, where she caught her flight back to Toronto. I made my way back into London to make arrangements to travel to Ireland to meet my friend Richard in Limerick.
The journey began last night by bus to the west coast of England, another many long hours overnight at sea, and more hours this morning on another bus across Ireland to Limerick. A hostel bed never looked so good.
|King John's Castle on the River Shannon, Limerick, Ireland|
Richard tells me of a family friend who owns a pub on the west shores of Clare, in a little town called Ennistymon. When I ask how we get there, he says its no bother to hitchhike. We make plans to meet this evening with his mom, Jo, for drinks and make our way west tomorrow.
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"A true friend is one who thinks you are a good egg even if you are half-cracked."