Camping On The Coast
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.
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!
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.
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"
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.
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.
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.
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.
Everyone has a red door in Wicklow.