By Susan Olij
We woke up in a three bedroom irish cottage on the 17th of July, 2018. My ills, aches and pains have died down. My bag mostly unpacked, Tom’s toiletries bags unrolled and hung. It’s really really quiet here, unless the cottage kitchen’s kettle is boiling, all we could hear is our own tummy rumblings and squishy digestive tracks settling down. We left Singapore 15 days ago, with two 20 kilograms roller Marmot bags, a backpack each, and my 15 years old Prada nylon bag. We packed our belongings into boxes and they’re in storage somewhere in the heartlands of Singapore. We gave our apartment keys back to our landlords and wished our friends and their 3 children good luck taking over our home. Tom and I have come out on the other side of moving and traveling stress. The battles of will, of speed and lots of our differences, strangely felt far behind us now in this little cottage.
Last night something was wandering around outside in the back yard, Tom thought it was a cat, I had to look and what we saw was not a cat, but a red fox, probably hungry and looking for food. A highlight to our arrival here in Bunratty, county Clare, Ireland.
Bunratty has a medieval castle and a folk park. It's walking distance from our cottage. There is also the so-called 'The Original Dirty Nelly Irish pub, where I had my first (half pint, don't laugh) of Guinness at. I consider a whole half pint an accomplishment, excluding the mild hangover later.
Later in the week, post lots of sleeping, some home-cooking and laundry,we drove to nearby Stone circles, Medieval Village of Killmalock and spend the day at a Lough (pronounced Loch like Loch Ness) which is Irish for lake. Lough Gur, the enchanted lake seen here has never looked so glorious. We had the luck of amazing blue skies and sunshine, perhaps rarely seen in Ireland in general.
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