21 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

06/21 Northern Ireland


It was raining a bit and we had a couple of open containers.  The roads were narrow with no extra space to speak about.   I knew if we got stuck behind another logging truck we could be here for weeks.  Once we managed to pass a couple of these trucks we began to make up for some lost time.  Jim began complaining that his bladder couldn’t take much more of this abuse but before I was willing to pull over, I wanted to put enough distance between ourselves and the logging trucks.  (more…)

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21 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 011 Pissed


To carelessly drink from the river of silence, casting life’s opportunities into that sea
I stand naked here with no defense, guilty

So easily I disappoint all that surround me, casting my memories into that abyss
In one single heartbeat an unrecognized beauty, pissed

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21 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Itinerary, 0 Comments

Itinerary 4


While in Dublin we decided it would be in our best interest to rent a car rather than bicycling or hitching. We headed south along the coast, gradually heading west toward the Ring of Kerry. We then headed north along the western coast and when we reached the Northern Ireland’s boarder we traveled east back towards Dublin. After our rental car was totaled we took a train south to the port of Rossiare and from there charted a ferry across the channel to France.

Ireland: Dublin, Ennlskerry, Arklow, Enniscrrthy, Wexford, Newross, Waterford, Carrick, Cionmel , Fermoy, N8, Fermoy, Cork, R618, R586, Glengarriff, Ring of Beara, Inerach, Killarney, Castleland, Limerick, N18, Ennis, Kilrush , Lahinch, Corkscrewhill, Galway, N59, Clifdon, Leenane, Westport, N59, Westport, Slige, Boyle, Longford, Mollingar, Dublin, Wexford, Rossiare Harbor

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    Usually behind a cup of coffee waiting for the world around me to wake up I entered today’s thoughts about yesterday’s activities into my travel journal. I’m not a writer, so I’ll apologize in advance if I jump around or seem confused. These are just the thoughts of a young man who left his possessions behind and who believes that getting lost is how one finds oneself.

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