Cork


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:

PA171605

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.

PA171611

The old and the new:

PA171613

Cool modern bridge with old architecture.

PA171622