Rippling Muscles in Ireland

Well, I've arrived. I'm sitting in the hostel in Limerick, waiting for the pain in my muscles to go away! It appears hauling that pack around was a dumb thing. I should have headed right for someplace to store it for the day and strolled about without it. Oh well, live and learn. I don't think it was so much the carrying part but the lifting it to put on my back pack. It weighs 28kgs.

Anyhow, I made it on board the flight ok, we were about 20 minutes late. Not much going onboard the plane, but a bunch of crying babies. I was about to join them from pure exhaustion. Bus driver to Limerick was nice and friendly and dropped me closer than he was supposed to by the hostel. I had only a 5 minute walk then. The hostel was clean and quiet. No one staying in my room which is great at this point. The bathroom is right outside my door and I slept fairly well last night.

Went downtown (2 blocks) to find an internet cafe after an attempt at the crappy rubber pad ones here at the hostel. (more like using a toy, junk). Sent out a long email to everyone, then went to the grocery store for a few things. I'm off to King John's Castle now, while the sun shines. It's just down the street (Can you believe it?). More to report then.