Day 4, Rot sets in

Im wrtiting this from a small room in an irish B and B where the very handsome team have decided that enough is enough, were sick of rain and wind and have hankered down to recharge their batteries. The scene is reminissent of a WW1 action movie as the team mingle themselves into some strange kind of human stew mixed with dirty clothes and mud.
The day started brilliantly, Sharon (She with the barn) woke us early with boiled eggs and tea then set us off on our merry ways with packed lunches and an invite to return whenever we wanted to. Last night was amazing, sleeping in the barn (I promise to do it again someday) warm (via a heater stolen from the set of the Star Trek Enterprise) and refreshed. Rob was strangley missing, he had made a comment about needing the toilet but that had been an hour before, we thought he had maybe had another one of his "incidents" and had maybe once again been arrested for it. He's famous for it in Buckley you know and locals just put it down to him being eccentric.
What we discovered on further investigation was Rob, full of boiled eggs, toast and hot tea, chewing the fat and discussing Jeremey Kyle with our hostess. He had clean forgotten his two team mates in his rush for the showers, toilet and food.
We waved our goodbyes, played with Teaser the worlds cutest dog a little and we were off. 45 seconds later it was like the previous 14 hours hadn't happened. We were wet, cold, being thrown around the road like a flea on a dogs testicles and we were still in sight of the farm house.
Now I must explain, you don't really ride these bikes, the weather, the wind, the rain, medium to large bugs etc all have an input into how the bike rides you, they're not fast but you kind of try to control them in these conditions but the truth be know you go where they take you. I tried to ride mine like Martin Finnegan used to ride his superbike yesterday, head down, bum up but I was kidding myself, I still got a puncture so the chaser won again!!
We hit Donegal an hour later, Sligo 2 hours after that and the trip was rolling, the miles were sweeping beneath our wheels and we all laughed heartily at a coffee break (ring out your gloves and try to get warm break) as we hit another milestone as we all overtook the same vehicle for the first time on this journey. I'm not sure the tractor driver saw us coming but the 2 fingered salute and mouthed "Feck Off!" kinda told me he wasn't so happy. The current score on the overtaking boards is Chicken chasers 1, Population of Ireland 13,423.
Hammering down the country lanes, rain lashing your face is a great way to spend a precious week of you holidays, it does get worse however as you suddenly lose control of the back wheel (again) and you realize your running on the rim for the 4th time this week. Yes, Gollobski (me) had punctured again. The following tantrum was of epic proportions, much worse than the previous day. The bike was thrown into the hedge, then kicked, then told to go do things to itself usually saved for specialist dvds bought in Amsterdam. After we flagged a tractor down to remove the bike from the hedge, we then flagged a transit van down and got a lift to a town called connemararoughneeesomething.
We got it fixed, for free again, and headed off into the wilds. At 5pm we had basically had enough and looked for a B and B. After being told that there was no room at the inn a couple of times we found a room at a house owned by the worlds most religious woman. She was on her way to a funeral but we could have a room, I apologized for her loss but she said "Ahh Jeez, I didn't even know the Fecker" Maybe she's the priest??
We all laughed as she got in her neighbours car (I hope the neighbour knew) and whhoooossshhh, she was gone. Her husband, who had been a shining example of good manners then let go about 18 "F" words in his first sentance, I think he was glad just to have some to swear with.
The B andf B is in a place called Knock, its very religious here and I feel a little guilty and the holy mother wall bust looks down on me with slitty eyes. She knows Im talking about her! We decided that we had had enough of all this unhealthy eating and a restaurant would be good. We walked to town and the first one was closed, as was the second, the third, the fourth and the next 3 pubs. Halflife commented he may look to open somewhere over here as the business they do in the day must be so good they don't have to open at nights. This town is DEAD!
We searched for somewhere to eat and ended up in a pub which advertized all day breakfasts, unfortunatley 8pm is not classed as day so we were offered a toastie but opted for the meal in itself pint of Guinness.
Walking home again we happened across a little diner type place run by Danny DeVito's doppellganger. Once again we made our way thru the order, reciting the C90 story and comprehending 1 word in 5. We laughed at what we thought were the right places and were doing fine till we realized he was talking about the dog he just had put to sleep and was actually crying. Why do some people do that, laugh at times they shouldn't? beats me.
So here I lay, on my left hand side, cuddling a very attractive pillow, Halflife is snoring like an asthmatic pit pony, Carpboy is scratching himself.

Im off to listen to some Beyonce

Peace be the Journey

xox