Nobody believes me when I say that the 80 days thing is a coincidence. But it is.
We leave the day after Isabel's last exam and return the day before the first full day of school. 80 days.
Actually from take off to touch down at Winnipeg International is 79 days and 20 hours, but door to door from our house... precisely 80 days.

And a bit about the backstory. In 1993 after three years in veterinary practice Lorraine and I quit our jobs and backpacked around the world for eight months, doing everything from living in a cave in Greece (a very nice cave mind you) to camel trekking across the Rajastani desert to celebrating Christmas in Hong Kong to island hopping in Thailand to volcano climbing in Indonesia to living with a family in Samoa to... well, the list does go on and on. Everyone said, "Wow, that was the trip of a lifetime!" To which we responded, "Nooo! It can't be the only time we do that! It just can't be." We swore we would do something similar again when we had kids. It's 22 years later. Isabel is 13. Alexander is 10.
It's time.

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Day 58 Westernmost

While my use of the title "southernmost" for a post describing the Cape of Good Hope in South Africa was open to factual dispute, the title "westernmost" when applied to Dunsmore Head at the tippy tip of the Dingle Peninsula would have strong backing, even by people other than me. It is indisputably the furthest west point of the Irish mainland (further west are just bird poop slathered rocky bits) and unless we're going to consider Iceland it is thus also the furthest west point of Europe.

Be that all as it may, Dunsmore Head stares at us through our living room window and is only an hour's walk away. So I walked. And an hour later I stood there, in the lush grass and spiky heather, with only a couple dozen skittish sheep for company (stop chortling Al, you're a sick man). Other than the aforementioned grass, heather and sheep Dunsmore Head features an ancient Celtic standing stone and an incongruous cinder block building, the size of a large garden shed. It is empty and pointless, having the look of an ill conceived tourism project long since abandoned. Unfortunately it's about ten metres further west than the lovely standing stone and thus is the westernmost structure in Europe.

We do not have WiFi here and the cell connection is, if you can imagine it, even more feeble than in most of Namibia, making the posting of photos difficult, so text only for now I'm afraid...

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