11 May ’05, Wednesday. Caernarfon Castle, Wales
I’m not sure how many campgrounds we have stayed in over the last 14 months, but every once in awhile we find one, we hate to say good-bye to. As we started our check-in procedure, we knew this is one of them. Coed Helen, at Caernarfon has a wonderful location, staff, and grounds. Besides, I don’t think I can remember a campground with a more sociable bunch of campers as well. We had a good time… This morning we made our way to Holyhead to catch our ferry to Dublin… As we pulled into the line for the ferry, it became very evident that there was going to be a huge motorcycle race somewhere in Ireland in the next few days. We didn’t see any motorcycles (a couple that would have been there anyway..), but we sure saw the support group. Everything from small caravans (trailers), to huge specially built motor-homes, and large “factory” trucks that I’m sure were carrying the special race cycles and all the additional parts. Now the big question ???…are they going to the same place we are going ??? After a couple of questions to the “kids”, I think we will be at least 100 miles away, not that I wouldn’t mind seeing the race, but it’s filling the campground that I would be worried about.
It is really amazing how many large semi trucks and other vehicles that can be pulled onto the ferry. It becomes quite a load, and they still had a lot of room left…
We arrived in Dublin at 6pm, yep, right in the middle of “rush-hour”. I think that they plan that you disembark into rush hour traffic just to see if you can make it… Tonight was one of those nights were we had no idea of were we would be camping. In reading a 5 year-old journal of Bruce and Peg (friends we have never met…), we found they had stayed at a campground in a small village just outside of Dublin called Clondalkin. Well, we first off thought it was south along the coast from Dublin for some reason. Nope.. After we fought our way south for just about an hour, we stopped for gas and hopefully someone could tell us where we might find our campground in Clondalkin. I got directions from a fellow that was filling his car, but it wasn’t anywhere around there. In following his directions, stopping for dinner, asking directions, stopping at another gas station, and a lot of luck, we checked in just after 8pm. Now fortunately, the bus stops right out front for our ride into Dublin, so tomorrow….Dublin
I’m not sure how many campgrounds we have stayed in over the last 14 months, but every once in awhile we find one, we hate to say good-bye to. As we started our check-in procedure, we knew this is one of them. Coed Helen, at Caernarfon has a wonderful location, staff, and grounds. Besides, I don’t think I can remember a campground with a more sociable bunch of campers as well. We had a good time… This morning we made our way to Holyhead to catch our ferry to Dublin… As we pulled into the line for the ferry, it became very evident that there was going to be a huge motorcycle race somewhere in Ireland in the next few days. We didn’t see any motorcycles (a couple that would have been there anyway..), but we sure saw the support group. Everything from small caravans (trailers), to huge specially built motor-homes, and large “factory” trucks that I’m sure were carrying the special race cycles and all the additional parts. Now the big question ???…are they going to the same place we are going ??? After a couple of questions to the “kids”, I think we will be at least 100 miles away, not that I wouldn’t mind seeing the race, but it’s filling the campground that I would be worried about.
It is really amazing how many large semi trucks and other vehicles that can be pulled onto the ferry. It becomes quite a load, and they still had a lot of room left…
We arrived in Dublin at 6pm, yep, right in the middle of “rush-hour”. I think that they plan that you disembark into rush hour traffic just to see if you can make it… Tonight was one of those nights were we had no idea of were we would be camping. In reading a 5 year-old journal of Bruce and Peg (friends we have never met…), we found they had stayed at a campground in a small village just outside of Dublin called Clondalkin. Well, we first off thought it was south along the coast from Dublin for some reason. Nope.. After we fought our way south for just about an hour, we stopped for gas and hopefully someone could tell us where we might find our campground in Clondalkin. I got directions from a fellow that was filling his car, but it wasn’t anywhere around there. In following his directions, stopping for dinner, asking directions, stopping at another gas station, and a lot of luck, we checked in just after 8pm. Now fortunately, the bus stops right out front for our ride into Dublin, so tomorrow….Dublin