Clare
Date: September 18th, 2002
| Travellers: | Brian Thompson |
| Colm Hawe | |
| Dave Francis | |
| Paul Pearson |
The day started off in college. Nuff said. We decided to go to the Ailwee Caves. Still don't know why. But thats where we headed. Had to give Joe a few euro's for petrol though. So myself, Pecker, Joe and Dave headed for the caves. Got there at some speed but the roads were shit. Joe paid the €2 entrance fee into the place and the old Mondeo struggled up to the car park. Once we seen the price to go into the caves, we unaminously decided to "fuck that" and we went on the mountain trail instead. That ended fairly lively but we stayed going. Thanks Pecker. "We'll go to the top" he said. It didn't look too far. So we headed off up. Got to the top anyway, only to discover it wasn't the top at all. So we went further, and further and further. Eventually we got there. Jaysus the relief was great. I'd reckon the goats we passed thought we were fuckin loopy. They were right. It was some laugh though. Mainly because Dave never shut up complaining. Once at the top, we picked up a few stones and we climbed back down to the car. We were all fairly fucked by now so we headed for Ballyvaughan for some much needed refreshments.
Once in Ballyvaughan, we all headed for the beach. Why? I don't know. After skimming a few stones, we found a dead crab and an empty milk carton. So we gave the crab a boat and sent him, or her, I don't know how to find a crab's bollox, out to sea. Wasn't that nice? It was till we decided to do an Osama impression and bombard the little fucker with stones. We won and the crab abandoned ship and floated away. Now we was bored. So off we headed to the Cliffs of Moher, via Fanore, cos I wanted money from my auld lad. Lucky guess that I'd see him there. Once at the cliffs, we had to pay more. But we didn't so we headed for home. It was getting late anyway. But just to round the day off nicely, we seen LESBIANS. Oh the joy. Touching each others arses they were. Sweet stuff. They even waved back at us when we waved at them. Shot the load that night I tell ya.
So we headed for home. Raced a boy racer on the dual carrigeway. Got 100+ out of the Mondeo. Kicked the brats ass so we did. Once in Caherdavin we stopped to laugh at the little kid. He took it as an insult and followed us to Dave's gaff. They disappeared then. CHICKENS!!!!!
So thats basically it. The first of many trips to be undertaken during the year. It doesn't make sense to why we're doing it, but at least we're doing something. I'd recommend trying it somtime. Just for a laugh.