Killarney National Park, Round 3

We took the long way around, driving through a large portion of the park before we actually got to the main area. We were, of course, going back to Muckross House and Ross Castle, as they are the biggest “things” in the park. As we drove, our guide popped in a video of The High Kings so we could listen to some Irishy music and vaguely sing along. Most of the people didn’t care to, or didn’t know the songs.

Unfortunately for them, some of us obsessively spent every spare penny buying Celtic albums in high school and know them all but heart, upside down, and sideways. The only reason we didn’t stomp along was because we liked this bus driver, and we wanted him to like us too, even if this was the last day he had to put up with us. I mean, he had put up with us getting lost, walking home, falling down things, and demanding shopping excursions, so he kind of deserved for us to be halfway decent on our last day.

We got to the park fairly late, so after pointing MK in the direction of the absolute must-sees, I trotted off to catch the half-hourly bus into town. I would have walked, but as is normal with Irish country roads, it was rather narrow. Unlike most country roads, this particular one was also very busy, and I didn’t want to run the risk of getting hit. The driver was kind enough to tell me which stop would be closest to the train station, and gave me directions when I got off.

The train station was quite small, surprisingly enough. I had somewhat assumed that, since so many people visited the Ring of Kerry, the station would be larger, but I was wrong. Apparently most people come in on buses (in fact, so many buses go through the Ring of Kerry that there is actually a regulation of which way buses may go around the Ring, so after certain points, buses cannot backtrack–that was part of the reason why it was such a big deal that we got left behind).

I settled in at the station, and began sorting through my things. The train ride from Cork to Dublin is two to three hours, depending on which one you catch, and this station was past the Cork station, although I would not be going through Cork to get to Dublin (Cork is too far south). Now for a last day with my family before they left–permanently.

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