Kanga And Wombats Adventures

Day 13

Woke up to drizzly rain. Wanted to curl up and snuggle into the blankets and watch the weather from our very comfy Airbnb. But couldn’t of course. By the time we were ready to leave, it had started to clear, so we continued north up through the Burren. This little fellow caught our eye.

We have since discovered that people get a grant of money for keeping donkeys, hence the reason they are everywhere. This funny little building was just beside the road. Turns out to be a water well.

Galway City was waking up from a Saturday night hangover. Lots of travellers with suitcases obviously visiting for the weekend, looking bleary-eyed and in desperate need of sleep! It was also ‘Pride’ celebrations here yesterday, swelling the cities numbers even more.

Galway City was once ‘ruled’ by 14 powerful families until Oliver Cromwell came into the picture and spoiled their fun. The 14 families are considered heroes and to this day Galwegians refer to themselves as The Tribesmen. In their main town park/square, the flags bearing the insignias of the 14 Tribes fly proudly.

We wandered down the main street, deserted at this time of day as the shops don’t open until 1pm.

The main street it totally pedestrian and winds it’s way down to the river. Looking back to the city you’d think you were in a country town. No high rise here!

There is some great street art…see if you can identify all these musicians.

And busking is alive and well. The dancer doesn’t look Irish at all!

But it was this old guy who stole our hearts in the Neachtains Pub.

He asked us where we were from and then promptly started playing ‘And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda’. It was hauntingly beautiful and by the time he finished, we both had tears trickling down our faces.