Woke up on day 2 feeling relatively fine. I had no back ache at all, not even a little bit. Amazing to think that just a week prior I was in so much pain and struggled to walk and sit. Only real menace was that my eyes felt like they had sand in them and I had a little sun burn. Jamie appeared to have no major issues either. Once out of bed it was nice to shower although there was no soap. This shower proved to be my last for a good few days.
Following our showers, we sat down for our amazing breakfast. This amazing breakfast did not include a fry up like we were led to believe. This was a do-it-yourself breakfast that consisted of cereals, toast and yoghurt. Ah, and 'the eggs' were in a basket on the side but we did not indulge. This was a hostel and we had to cook, wash and dry everything we used.
Oh the horror we had when we went to collect our bikes. The room where they were stored was not a room at all. They were outside on a roof or something and covered in rubble and builders gear and surrounded by a few builders who were building away. Just like Mr Fat Man the night before, these builders appeared put out when we went to retrieve our bikes. We were glad to leave the hostel and continue with our cycling endeavour.
Today was the day that we actually started to cycle the Wild Atlantic Way. It really felt that our adventure was in full swing now. The little Wild Atlantic Way signs were now going to be a common occurrence of all our rides until the finish.
|TAW Day 2 (194k)|
Not long after leaving Derry, we had also left Northern Ireland and all the sign-posts, car number plates, currency, etc had changed again. The cycling was awesome with some great climbs and perfect hot weather once more. We felt very blessed to be able to participate in this event and reflected that although we were now 'skinted', what a privilege it was that we were actually here. Some folk surely were not cycling because of lack of funds. (Some folk were cycling because they had 'sponsors' and were gifted with bikes, luggage, clothing, bike-fits, etc).
|Great views a daily occurrence.|
|Hot tarmac, hot days, hot cycle action|
The hot weather was great. It was excuse enough to stop for ice creams. Oh, ant the coke we drank too!
|Nice views all around|
|How silly I looked with my peak pointing upwards|
|Jamie found a crab!|
|Folly at Malin Head, Ireland's most Northerly point|
|Could Yoda live here?|
|Wow, we were in Ireland baby!|
|Awesome views from Malin Head|
Jamie and I were living the dream. Cycling an epic event with such stunning scenery and perfect weather to boot. And, with long stretches of straight down-hill, what could possibly go wrong?!
|The first broken spoke of many|
|So much for the 'luck of the Irish'.|
|Doo's sleeping quarter|
|Jamie tucked up|
|Our first wild camp was in this great building. It looked a little different in daylight. The darkness told a story of it's own...|