In the light of day it all seems like nothing but last night, this happy traveller hit the wall. A long day followed by no accommodation (our choice), rush hour traffic in the busy city centre of Cork (remember we are talking narrow lanes, cars and trucks on the wrong side), a closed TI we had come to rely on for arranging really good B&B’s, a music festival in town and nothing available, and we were stuck. We had to change plans, phone Cobh ([pronounced Cove) and head out of town missing a few exits and adding a few extra miles on the way south.
Once in Cobh, the directions to the hotel proved useless and the GPS didn’t help either. The moment I’ll remember is driving up a dark cliff-side road with inches to spare on each side and meeting a dead end! Cobh is built on a cliff and everything leans dangerously downwards…
We eventually made it but I was shattered by the time we were shown our room. When the host opened the door to reveal a six-foot high painting of a strange-looking man on the wall immediately in front of us, and explained that Napoleon had slept here, I felt like I had fallen down a rabbit hole. Bill thought it was all hilarious but headed down the hall to soothe his nerves with a Guinness. At breakfast I read that Napolean’s surgeon was Irish and apparently did own the building and have Napoleon stay there for a few days. Possible, the bed was too short for me!
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