Rain Pie
No nightly ghosts in the grand villa, just the grumpy landlord in the morning with black and white pudding. Our breakfast table is right in front of the large window with a view...


Published: 16.07.2025
'your room for tonight is unfortunately overbooked' ...that's what the friendly voice on Peter's answering machine sounds like. Exactly what you want to hear on a rainy morning. No more rooms, relentless rain including a forecast for the whole day and about 50 kilometers to drive to Dingle on Dingle Peninsula. We had specifically pre-booked a B&B because almost everything, including hostels, was fully booked, and we didn't want to spend more time searching on such a rainy day. Alright, then we will start searching from scratch again. Oh yes, speaking of searching.....Peter's key for the super mega security lock has mysteriously vanished and alongside the new room for tonight, we are now also looking for the lock key.
The room near Dingle is quickly found with the help of booking.com. They offered one, and they will cover the difference to the higher price. That's already not bad. Then they should also be able to stop the rain and find the lock, and the day will be saved. But as always in life, that's three things at once - that really can't work!
At least the delicious breakfast buffet at the pub made our day start a little brighter. There are many different homemade jams, various Irish cheeses, and everything else the heart desires.
But we need every single calorie for the upcoming journey to Dingle.
The first 25 kilometers are a monotonous rain tunnel ride...just keep pedaling straight ahead. Water runs down the front of the helmet....it's 16 degrees, there is no wind, and there are no photos.
Somewhere by a parking lot stands a coffee truck, of which there are many here. Chai latte and latte macchiato warm our souls. Regarding the weather, the lady briefly says: welcome to Ireland. Then we bend to our Irish fate and continue along the Wild Atlantic Way towards Dingle. Suddenly a few brighter clouds appear, and the rain lessens. We make a brief stop at the beautiful Inch Beach. Here, during low tide, you can even drive onto the beach. Large glowing signs indicate when it's time to head back. Does that always work?
In any case, we drive along the beautiful coastal road and later follow the Eurovelo, which leads to a small road and, who would have thought, extremely steeply up, only to go just as steeply back down. The landscape is green/white. Lush meadows and sheep. Despite the effort and the low-hanging clouds, it's a calming sight. Sheep somehow always seem calming to us. Baaa.
Slowly, the accommodation should be coming, the hill is steep again and the day is weighing on our legs.
3 kilometers before Dingle, we have made it, Short Strand B&B. No beach, but a great accommodation with floral wallpaper and everything color-coordinated.
We actually wanted to go to Dingle, but 3 kilometers there and back with rain setting in. No, we would rather stretch our legs and eat homemade porridge with fruits and nuts.
Outside, the fog drifts by like in our autumn and Peter, what is he doing? Yes, he is still searching or again or yet again for the key to the bike lock.... To be continued ...
Route: Killorglin - Dingle
Kilometers: 56
Elevation: 1065
