Kilcullen to Durrow


I love Irish hospitality. I find the Irish to be welcoming and supportive of my cause. Many people will stop their cars to chat with me or honk their horn in support. When I arrived in Athy, I met two women, a mother and a daughter that lived in town. They saw me walking down to the river for a photo and stopped me. After a bit of conversation, I was invited to their home for dinner that evening. Over a nice meal of trout, beets, vegetables and potatoes, and the best homemade apple tart that I have EVER tasted, I learned Kate co-produced a documentary named Naledi, and it had been nominated for Outstanding Nature Documentary at The News and Documentary Emmy Awards. The film is on Netflix, so if you get a chance, check it out. The next day on my way to The Swan, I found the hills to be a challenge, especially an area known as Wolfhill. I was ready to ditch my heavy trolley, Magellan, as I made my way up the appropriately named hill. But I was soon rewarded for my efforts, when a woman named Carmel, and her mother, Anne, invited me into their home for tea and a sandwich. Carmel’s mother had seen me on the road earlier that day and it was a welcomed break. I didn’t stay long, as it was getting late and I needed to find a place to pitch my tent for the night. Someone had suggested I inquire at the pub in town about a room. When I walked in, George, the owner, was sitting at the bar reading a newspaper. I asked him if he had lodging, but he was hesitant, as he no longer operates as an Inn. But then, he led me back to a room. Later, when I tried to pay him, he refused. I departed in the morning, and I made my way to Durrow via Abbeyleix. It was a beautiful day on Thursday and the scenery was breathtaking. When I arrived at my accommodation in Durrow, I was welcomed with salt, soda and a basin to soak my tired feet. A nice way to end the day. :)