Rosslare, Ireland

Anthony & His Pals

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Day 3! After Silverstrand, we trekked back the way we came back to Wicklow, stopped at the Bridge Tavern one last time for some breakfast and a much needed break (I must stretch more). Ordered tea and breakfast and attempted to order beer (at 9:50AM) which we were denied due to Sunday's having a 12:30PM rule. No beer for Ciera and Kelli. We walked back to the Wicklow train station and on our way we were greeted with "hey honeymooners" from our friendly campsite attendant as he was pumping gas. Exchanged some words and said our goodbyes. Off to Rosslare!

We had no expectations for Rosslare, we planned on taking the ferry to Cherburg, France and Rosslare was the ferry port. We arrived earlier than we had anticipated and found the closest bar, The Porthole, part of the Rosslare Hotel, to sit and soak up some more Smithwicks. As we enter the bar a group of four people, two ladies, and two men greeted us (like I said, everyone is friendly). Our bags are kind of a giveaway that we are backpacking Europe. We sat at the table next to them while we chatted about our travels, Rosslare, and what they were up to. 

the Oscar Wilde 

the Oscar Wilde 

The conversation, keep in mind, strong Irish accents with mouths like a sailor.

Anthony: "been going since last night if you know what I mean"

Shea: "are you too together, I mean traveling together"

Anthony: "sounds like you meant something else"

Shea: "I didn't mean nothing by it"

Anthony: "don't mind him he's shit"

Me: "actually it's our honeymoon"

An elderly lady enjoying coffee and a cigarette.

An elderly lady enjoying coffee and a cigarette.

They proceeded with yelling and cheering and congratulations with handshakes and hugs. Being gay and traveling we had it planned to be cautious and keep the PDA to a minimum. So far, it's been nothing but nice kind accepting people. Still proceeding with caution. Ireland may not care but we still have much more to see.

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The three beers we consumed while talking with the four of them came to a halt as our newest friend Anthony got a bit ill and had to leave as did the rest of them. Not before Shea rolled a spliff that he shared with us. Then it was two, then it was three as a Scottish man, named Mark came outside and chatted with us as well about our expedition. We made way to the ferry terminal to board the Oscar Wilde were we to embark on an 18 hour boat ride to France.

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We stayed in a tiny cabin with a tiny bathroom with fold down berths in room 6195. We kept saying that we are basically on the titanic. I'm Rose and Kelli is Leo. The ferry is filled with restaurants, bars, arcades, shops, and even a movie theater. Thankful for my anti-nausea patch that we obtained from our doctor, we didn't get sick. I actually don't know if I have sea sickness but I wasn't going to find out. I found it interesting that the boat was by Irish Ferries, the help was French, he outlets were European (Ireland uses UK) but they speak English. Very confusing. I made Kelli play arcade games with me after she said no twice then she said yes once. :)

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Wicklow, Ireland

 Camping On The Coast

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I. Love. This. Town. It reminds me of my hometown in California. It's friendly, small, and adorable like Auburn. We purchased a EuRail Global Pass so we had the freedom of taking any train any where and every where we wanted. Expensive but so far, very worth it. 

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We took the train from Dublin towards Rosslare and stopped at Wicklow for a campsite we had found online through Alan Rogers and ACSI. We've been using the tourist offices in the cities or towns as much as possible. After all, they are there for you!  

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Before we headed to our campsite we took a break at the Bridge Tavern where we sipped on ice cold Smithwicks  (a fantastic light Irish beer) outside watching the locals go about their Saturday morning, did I say morning. I meant afternoon. The Bridge Tavern is a bed and breakfast as well as a bar and restaurant. After three beers each we decided we had enough liquid courage to make our three mile trek down the coastal road to Silverstrand. Knowing that the sidewalk was going to eventually end we walked along the street mesmerized by the scenic views. The brightest green hills we had ever seen, herds of sheep, adorable country homes, all with red or blues doors. Everyone waves as they pass us by, we were probably a sight to see with ginormous bags on our back with bright orange rain covers. What only seemed like 30 minutes (it took an hour) we arrived at a Silveratrand.

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We celebrated and cheered and ran (a couple feet) to the camping host store slash office and was greeted by an incredibely friendly Irish man. After talking about our travels and intended travels we told him it was our honeymoon and he congratulated us with a couple jokes.

"you won't be cold tonight then will ya"

"only be needing one shower token then"

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He then drove us to our camping spot over looking the east coast of Ireland of the "warm" Atlantic Ocean. Only two other campers near us, it was very remote and peaceful. We set up camp and the rain immediately followed. Perfect timing. We took a walk down to the beach and met a new friend, a sea lion, very antisocial and intimidating up close.

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As dinner time came near we busted out our Backpackers Pantry Jamaican Jerk Chicken with Rice and Beans. We boil water with our MSR stove (bought fuel from the campsite) and added it to the freeze dried food and waited. Then I noticed it had 1440mg of sodium. Needless to say we woke up puffy and retaining water. Is that there intention? Although I felt the dehydration after every bite it was surprising delicious. 

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Sleeping pads are one thousand percent necessary. I may have been on a hill and woke up in the side of the tent but my back was very happy with me. Our tent, by Big Anges, was recommended by an REI employee and we will be buying her a thank you gift (not really) it kept us dry and a little too warm. Our sleeping schedule has been whack for the past few days. Still waking up at 3:00AM wide awake. It's annoying. The perk to the early bird is seeing a truly amazing sunrise, which back home, I never see. Ever.

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Once 5:00AM hit we finally rolled out of bed and started making tea and breakfast. After, we went to the toilet stalls to brush our teeth where we met our next friend, LITERALLY THE LARGEST SPIDER I HAD EVER SEEN. Now, I know a lot of people say that. And other than the local pet store tarantulas, this was the largest "wild" spider I had ever seen. It was underneath the sink in the corner making us squat every two seconds to make sure it hadn't moved. Fast forward say an hour, I went back to wash dishes and it was gone. My arachnophobia kicked in and I high tailed it out of there and rinsed them elsewhere. If I had to give a size reference I'd say he was 3 inches tall with his legs, and 2.5 inches wide. And no, I did not take a picture.  

Oh and one last thing, I'm almost positive even the crows have an Irish accent. 

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Wicklow, Irelamd, downtown.

Wicklow, Irelamd, downtown.

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Everyone has a red door in Wicklow.