Atlantic Sea Kayaking
West Cork
April 2007
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Straight off the plane we were driven to Carol and Jim's lovely B&B. A quick change and we were ready in time for the famous night paddle.

 
   
     
   
     
   
     
   
     
   
     
   
 
Rich and I joined Jim, Pat and the others for the night paddle. There was no light from boats, houses, marker bouys or our kayaks, the only sparks of light came from the phosphorescence of the algae. With emphasis put on paddling as silently as possible, the only sounds were from Jim, adding to the eery atmosphere of the thick sea mist and total darkness by pointing out ancient wrecks and telling stories of ghosts and monkeys. I delightful way of forgetting the stress of the days journey and completely disabling our sense of position and direction.


 
   
 

A leisurely start to the next day, with paddling scheduled for the afternoon, so we took our time and walked into Union Hall

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If anyone wants to buy me a pint I'll show you the insiders Guinness coin test

 

  
   
 

One of Rich's new friends


  
   
     
 
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