Leaving Dingle I headed up Conor Pass. It was absolutely stunning! The parking area for stepping out and taking it all in was absolutely nuts and I was sort of forced into a shitty spot. I’m noticing a huge change in myself in this regard though. I was forced to park in a stupid spot…ok the spot wasn’t stupid, it’s just that I drove straight in rather than back in and I was on an incline.

Ok, I know. It doesn’t look so bad, right? But it actually WAS a bit of an incline that I was pushing up to back out. Plus also I’m really not that big. Plus also I have a lot of stuff in my cases. Did I mention that I’m not really that big? And the bike IS?

I’d not be able to get my bike pointed back in the right direction on my own. So anyway, this is how I’ve changed;

In the beginning of my adventure, my self-talk would have looked more like this: “Dammit, Deanna! What the beans is wrong with you? Are you ever going to learn to back in? Argh!”In my head now, however: “OK, it’s no big deal. I’ll just ask yer man* for help!” <I really love the way the Irish speak…I’ll have to do a glossary one of these posts>.

Once a nearby foursome was done with their eleventy ninth selfie and had the selfie stick safely stowed I asked for a hand. And yah, I did start with “You don’t know me, but…” and followed up with a bit about what I knew about them…waiting for eleventy nine selfies gives you a lot of time to get to know someone. Or someones. Four someones to be exact.

No really…it was fun.

Ok, maybe you had to be there, but I seriously DO find fun in the weirdest places sometimes!

So once yer man had me pushed back and I was off and spinning, I really relaxed into the ride <yah, I’m so over what “ride” means in Ireland!>. Unfortunately I forgot to turn on my helmet camera to record Conor Pass, but you can see a YouTube video on this earlier post.

From there I headed up to  Brandon Head to have a look around. Gorgeous country side. Beautiful day.

*yer man = “this guy”, “some guy” “that dude”…you get the picture…