Day 110: Unplanned situation

Day 110 - Tuesday, July 24th 2018: Beale Point to Ballybunion 10 km / Total 2250 km, 16°C, sunny

I love my trip and am lucky when in the morning, I open my tent and can see the blue sky above my head. The season starts to change slowly. I can see it with the light, the sun shines a little bit lower on the horizon. And I really liked that light that morning. It was very sweet, not like the hard and hot one at noon. 

A man passed close to me, walking his dog, while I was packing my tent. Apparently, despite the sign "no trespassing, no access, etc." behind my tent, people seem to use this area as a walking way. I started to wonder if, wherever there's a sign prohibiting doing something, people always do it anyway?

My walk that morning started along the beach. I always like it when it starts like that. I saw the rest of an old wooden ship that got stuck on the sand some centuries ago. Apparently, the local people welcomed the survivors. But as tobacco was also found on the beach, which was prohibited, the survivors were arrested. Surviving to live in jail. Life irony.

It was only 10kms to reach Ballybunion on that morning. Not a big walk. When I arrived in Ballybunion, I suddenly saw between the cliffs a beautiful beach (full of tourists) then a castle (ok only ruins of a tower, which still falls into the sea) and another beach. The place was really beautiful.

Ballybunion is a typical seaside town, so very lively during the summer holidays. I think during winter it must be more like a dead town. I dropped my bag at the bar of the hostel and waited until 12:30 pm to get some lunch. I found a restaurant with a sea view and as I was the first guest, I got the best place. I stayed there some hours, with my map, calculating distances with Google Map, looking for accommodations, in order to plan the next days of my trip in Dingle Peninsula as I feared that the first days of August could be very busy. 

Going back to my hostel, I found a shop making macarons. Oh my god, a piece of France! I couldn't resist getting some.

In the evening I went to bed early, as I knew the next day would be a long walk. 

At 11 pm, as I was deeply sleeping, someone knocked on my door. If someone came to the door without a key (I was the only one in the dorm room), it means he or she isn't allowed to get into the room. And as the hostel was above the bar, I didn't think it was safe to open it. Finally, somebody opened it with the key and switched on the light. It was the night porter who wanted to settle a guy in the room as there was no other room available. Ok it's a hostel, ok it's a mixed dorm room, but it's a little bit weird to check in at 11 pm. 

So the guy got into the room, drop his bag, and then went to the bathroom (it was en-suite) where he made very disgusting noises, came back to the room and put on a lot of perfume, before getting out. I had to open the window to make his perfume going away.

He came back drunk, obviously, at 4 am. Made some other disgusting noises, with a lot of "Jaysus Christ", took ages to get in bed and finally snored like a pig. 

In the morning I discovered a big fat man almost naked. Charming. Not to mention the empty beer can on the floor.

I wonder if I'm not getting too old for a dorm room?