Previously I went on a rant stating I did not like guided tours, tourist trap experiences and many museums, preferring instead meeting the local people as best I could. (August 23 post) Here is one such fun encounter with a local. When I first saw this old man in his 90’s, he was painting his ocean front cottage on a rare, warm sunny day in Northern Ireland. It seemed as if he was getting more paint on himself and the window panes than on the sashes and frames. Does he plan to later use a razor blade to scrape the paint off of the window or is this good enough?
This is one of those lay-over locations or stops we scheduled. We had traveled five hours from the last stop in Dingle, and had another five to go to get to Bushmills and the Giant’s Causeway at the northern tip of Ireland. So we stopped for two nights in Westport, a city of about 5,500 people. Finally in a bigger city, we opted for Indian food, and took my photographer friend along for his first ever dish of Indian cuisine. With no real sights to see, we walked around the town, photographing the buildings and city life.