This morning was another lesson in humility as arhythmia kept my pace to a literal walk for an hour or so. Gradually I recovered. That was good because I needed all my strength to cycle into the strong headwinds and spitting rain.

But my bike, Thorn, made a new friend:


When I got to Cork I checked into the hostel and went for a walk around the city. I got quite lost and wet but was helped back by several kind souls.


The old and the new:


Cool modern bridge with old architecture.


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