Day 118: Rain is a pain

Day 118 - Thursday, August 2nd 2018: Dunquin to Dingle via Slea Head 22 km / Total 2427 km, 18°C, rain

Never trust the first look out of the window in the morning. It doesn't mean that's gonna be the same weather all day. What did I see? A little bit of blue sky between the clouds and a ray of light. And I didn't see it again that day.

I took my breakfast with the French lady with whom I shared my room, and then, as she packed her stuff on her bike, I packed mine in my rucksack, even if my tent wasn't completely dry. 

Right when I left the hostel, the rain started to fall and got heavier and heavier. On top of that, I had to face a very strong wind and walked with my head bowed, holding my hood. After only 30min, I was already soaked. Regarding the view, I just saw the road as I had to watch where to put my feet. All around, it was completely misty. At Slea Head, I went directly to the first café I found. First stop after only one hour of walk and already wet. Long day ahead. I took hot food and drink, and shared a table with a couple of Dutch people who were cycling and as soaked as me. 

Then it was a very little road along with Mount Eagle on my left side and cliffs on my right side. But I couldn't see the sea. Even for the sheep, the weather seemed to be bad: they were all turning their back to the wind to avoid facing it. Despite the weather, the road was pretty cool. In Fahan, instead of visiting all the Prehistoric sites, with some beehives huts, I just went to a restaurant and a hot Irish coffee, as I felt that I'll need something strong to go on. In the afternoon, the weather improved a little bit. No more wind, and it was only soft rain, which stopped from time to time. And each time I started to get a little bit dry, the rain came back. 

Apart from being wet, the problem also was that I couldn't make a stop, impossible to drop my bag and sit on it to get a five-minute break. So that's why I had to make another stop in a pub at Ventry and get a hot cup of tea.

By the end of the day, all my body started to get painful. Maybe my skeleton didn't like this excess of humidity, or maybe because of the rain, I've been walked bowing too much. Neck, shoulders, back, knees, feet, all painful. I arrived at my hostel exhausted. And still wet, so I had to ask for the laundry service, to get my clothes clean and most of all: dry!

I was so tired, that even if all the guys in my dorm room were snoring, I wouldn't have heard them!