Sunday, 8 July 2018
Watching surfers' paradise in Lahinch
Tides are fun.
"Come on then! Push!"
So they pushed.
And waited for a second wave.
Lahinch is where surfers-to-be go, as the waves here are rather particular.
Next to the beach, algae and special water snails I fail to remember the name of every time are sold as snacks in small paper bags. The algae is dried, the snails boiled and then pinched out with a pin.
I tried to eat one and one of the girls selling them filmed my vivid reactions just before the snail content approached my lips. I thanked and ended up not daring.
The bus driver looked at me with a tilted head when I said I was going to this city. "What are you going to do in Lahinch?" "I am backpacking", I answered. "If you will be here for the 18.05 bus, I will take you back to Galway for the same ticket", he offered.
Excellent offer, in my opinion. I finished a part of a survey that had been going on for a long time and enjoyed the salty air.