Day 123: Cloghanecanuig – Sneem

I slept like a king, well nestled in our camper, protected from the wind that roared mercilessly outside. In the morning I was woken up by the rain, pouring down and hitting the roof as if the sky was playing a game to see who could make the most noise. Dad decided to stay inside for a while, and I snuggled up beside him, watching how the drops ran down the windows and dreaming of giant puddles to jump in.

We left at almost one o'clock in the afternoon. We went up the mountain pass again. This time we had more time, but the rain and wind didn't let us see anything. The views of Valentia Island and Dingle Bay were hidden behind curtains of water and crazy clouds. We won't even talk about the Kerry Cliffs viewpoint; five euros to get soaked and see nothing is a price that no dog would pay.

We went down to Portmagee and took a look at the plan, but with this weather it didn't have much charm. A U-turn and back over the pass, with the water hitting my ears and the wind pushing me against the window. What an adventure, I almost felt like I was in a storm movie.

Heading to Sneem, about two hours of road where the landscape passed quickly by the window and I entertained myself by smelling every curve, every bush, every wet rock. Before reaching the village we saw an abandoned quarry, where we could stay to sleep. What a place to explore! But with the rain and that fierce wind, the place was more spooky than exciting, so we went on.

Sneem appeared as a fairytale village, with its colorful houses and bridges over the river that looked like they were taken from a cartoon. But today, with this weather, it was no place for walks; we just admired it from the car, dreaming of returning someday with sunshine and puddles to jump in.

In the end we found a parking lot in a picnic area on the outskirts. Beautiful, quiet and big enough for me to run around the camper a bit without danger. In Park4Night they say "only daytime" because of a sign that supposedly prohibits sleeping, but we didn't see anything, so we settled in. We ate, rested and decided that we would sleep here too.

In the afternoon another motorhome arrived, French, looking for shelter like us. Meanwhile, the rain and wind continue their endless concert, but inside our camper, well protected and warm, I feel safe. And that, my friends, is what turns a gray and wet day into a real doggy adventure.