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Leaves of modesty in Killarney National Park
The Ring of
Kerry and the Tourist City of Killarney
July 12-14, 1999:
The Ring of Kerry forms the
centerpiece of many vacations to Ireland. It's literally
a ring-shaped road that spans from Killarney to the
ocean. We only scratched the surface with a day's drive
through it.
This sign says something
about the aspirations of the local towns.
You can see the
trademark blue and greens of the Ring of Kerry countryside.
We waited till
4pm until the sun came out cause we knew the scenery would be worth it.
 No trip to a part of
Ireland would be complete for Henry and Kathleen without
a detour to look at megalithic stones.
This one was
guarded by some nasty signs and fences.
 These stones are some of
the tallest in Ireland. We looked out over a blue-green
lake in the background and heard the wind whistling past
the tall, thin stones.
After our long day around
the Ring, we stopped at Killarney for the night.
Busses and the cars bring the town to a virtual
standstill in the evening. By foot is the only way to
travel.
Most towns in Ireland shut
down at 5:30, but not Killarney. It starts to bustle at
that time, when all the tourists have left the ring and
the nearby national park, they go to the stores and pubs
looking for the 'Irish experience.'
Here you see us
buying souvenirs at 10:30.
In the true
Irish tradition, musicians gather after work for good craic (fun) and
tunes at the local pub. But this is tourist Killarney, and such
gatherings can't be left up to chance. This group of musicians is well
paid to play for the crowds of mostly Americans.
The
night we were there, a group of American teenagers were
doing Irish step dance routines to this paid band for the
amusement of the American crowd.
They just
called themselves Irish Dancers.
Sure is a
small world.
The next day
life gets underway with the empty kegs lining the streets as reminders
of the previous night's revelries.
As we roamed
the town in the daylight, we learned about other lives dependant on the
tourist trade.
Here
you can see the Dunne family passing on the proud family
tradition of playing in the streets for money. They held
forth earnestly out of key for hours as we kept passing
them through the day. They drew quite a crowd and had
cassettes for sale.
Farming
doesn't bring in a good living for many anymore, but
those who still have land and livestock can do well in
the 'on season' by providing these 'jaunting cars' as a
service to visitors.
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