Day 44: Lessons about a bin

Day 44 - Sunday, May 6th 2018: Bloody Foreland to Meenaleck 19km / Total 963 km, 18°C, sunny

The weather started to be good at night, already 12°C in the tent when I woke up. You should have seen the face of the sheep when I got out of my tent in the morning. I think they didn't notice that green thing in the middle of their green grass. 

Soft wind, nice light from the East above the hills, I love that quiet moment in the morning.

As I am concerned about ecology and environmental problems, I always carry my rubbish with me in order to leave no trace of my wild camp. That day I had to walk 16kms until I could find a bin. I'm always shocked when I see rubbish along the road, but the truth is there's a lack of public bins here (I know, it's a small country, with a small population, so there's not enough tax for some public services). No bin at the Wild Atlantic Way's discovery point, no bin on the beach, no bin at the petrol station, no bin around school and many other public places. I think something could be done here...

I expected the area to be deserted, but in fact, Gweedore is a "townland" with 4000 people living here. They didn't suffer too much during the Great Famine, and they survived thanks to shells, seafood, fishing and seaweed. In fact, during the Famine, the population here was still growing, and that's why the Irish Gaelic survived because the population remained. 

After a hot afternoon, I found a little campsite, named "Sleepy Hollows" (I just hoped to not run into the headless horseman), close to a tavern where I decided to get dinner and a fresh Guinness.

It was a Bank holiday weekend, so it was almost full for a Sunday evening. There was a group of young people apparently still drunk from last night. All of that with the traditional Irish music I like. I had to make him repeat four times until I could understand that he was telling me the first settlers in Paris were Celtic people named Parisii. I'm very impressed with Irish people knowing so much about my country. I just hope that he didn't think that these people were Irish Celtic people (Celtic people have been living almost everywhere in Europe) because I found a book in Dunfanaghy ("An Irish History of civilisation" I believe) which seems to pretend, thanks to the Irish emigration, that Ireland is the origin of many things in the World (sounds like the English colonisation to me, as well as the French proud to give lessons regarding Human rights).