Journey to the End of the World
On the bedstand: I restarted Dubliners. Feeling good about the restart!Coming through the speakers: Jason Isbell - Southeastern: Travis tried to introduce this album to me about a year ago. I tried it, but to no avail. I think I was in such a sad negative point in my life where I would have found fault with the Beatles. Now... I can't stop listening to this album!
– Who's your captain?– Captain Joe.– Oh, Captain Joe is hungover. You won't be going out today lads. Sorry.Brian and I had woken up at 6am that morning. We finished the drive across Ireland to the fishing village of Portmagee, which could best be described as the end of the world. Upon arriving in Portmagee, we were scheduled to take a boat out to Skelling Michael, best described as an island about two hours beyond the end of the world.
View Larger Map– His son might take you out. Go find him down on the dock. It's supposed to be real shit weather though.We left the "Fishermans Bar," which was surprisingly full for 9:00am, and found Captain Joe's son. He wasn't going out. Shit weather ahead. He wouldn't be going out the next day either. Probably not until Wednesday. We looked up at the clearing skies.We were bummed. We had a hot tea. We regrouped.There was a hike on Valentia Island, just across the bay from Portmagee. It was a short drive and the weather wasn't shit. Not yet at least.
