[GG] Jumping ship

As any respectable bunny will tell you, it is not a good idea to jump ship in the middle of the Atlantic no matter how rocky-rolly-tumbly-wumbly your tummy or the seas. However, one can be entertained only so long with a routine of room service for breakfast, out for a stroll, lunch by the pool, another stroll, a nap, a movie, a class in wine-pairing, dinner, chess in the bar, a stroll through the buffet, and cocktails. So when Ireland tethered our ship to the dock, it was time to disembark and plant feet and tails on terra firma.

Cobh chased us to Cork via a 30-minute train ride. The ancient jail (written gaol if you're in Ireland) was a nice place to visit but I wouldn't want to stay there. Political prisoners and the poor whose crimes were of the self-sustaining variety were housed together in squalid conditions for illogical and absurdly long periods before suicide, illness, or the gallows freed them from their miserable conditions.



Glad to be moving on,we visited St Finne Barre's Cathedral, a mathematically perfect construct on a site which has been a place of worship since the 7th century. St.Patrick's (built in 1832) welcomed us with choir practice. Why is it that tenors and sopranos sound like the angels? It was beautiful.

We visited one cathedral after another until we were spent, then headed back to Cobh where we were introduced to (and we have since confirmed) the World's Best Irish Coffee, served proudly and loudly, with singing and belly laughs, at Kelly's Bar. The end of a perfect day!