Day 102: Walking and Wild camping

Day 102 - Monday, July 16th 2018: Lahinch to Quilty (Seafield Pier) 20 km / Total 2107 km, 16°C, rainy and sunny

Keeping the heater on during the whole night made my stuff dry. It was good to wear dry shoes. And after some shopping (unfortunately, I didn't find my usual Pastacup and the ATM was out of order, just hope I'll have enough cash until the next one) I was back on the road. So was the rain. I got a shower just half an hour after departure and my shoes were already wet. The road was the busy narrow N67 once again. At least, on that side of the cliffs of Moher, there's almost no bus. But at some point, a car deliberately tried to rush on me and honked me. Why did he do that? To afraid me? To tell me the road is not a place for me? I know it's not made for walking, but there's nowhere else I can walk as I can't cross the fields. And of course, I would like to walk anywhere else than on the road. But that's the point. Now it's impossible to do what human being does since it exists: walking. It just seems to make no sense now to walk. So I'm sorry, but I am walking. 

In the middle of the afternoon, I reached Spanish Point and a place to eat. A man from Sussex sitting at the table beside me asked me what I was doing here with my big bag. As I explained it, he told me it was very impressive (thank you) and asked me questions about the places to see in Connemara and what's the place I liked the most. 

As I was leaving Spanish Point, I saw many tents along the beach and wondered if I could put mine too. In fact, there was a sign "no camping" beside one of the tent. Sometimes I wonder why I try so hard to hide when I'm wild camping. I even saw people wild camping in the middle of the day along the road before Doolin. 

In Quilty, a man stopped his car and asked me if I was walking the whole Ireland. As I said yes, he asked how long it will take me. As I said six months (already walked four) he just said "wow half a year". But what's half a year in your entire life?

I spotted a place for my tent at Seafield, thanks to Google Earth. Unfortunately, when I arrived there, there was a sign "no camping, no litter, no campfire, clean after your dog, etc." In fact, there were ashes and burnt stones from a fire camp, a lot of rubbish and dog poop. So the place was a mess. Not really what I expected.

Finally, I decided to put my tent before the sign, hidden from the road, houses, beach, in the sand dunes. Unfortunately, a family walking their dog saw me but they said nothing. And what woke me up in the morning? Cows eating grass around my tent. How the hell did they get there? I had to wait for them to go away before I could pack my tent, and leave the place, without a trace!