Day thirteen: Killarney to Kinsale

Day thirteen began with a trip to The International Hotel and a go on the virtual golf there in order to sort out Neil's disintegrating golf swing (with limited success).
On we went up and down various hills and an excellent lunch along the way in Mills Inn. On reaching Bandon we stopped for directions (plus bananas, snickers & drink, which has become our most common meal), and then cycled on for the Old Head of Kinsale. Having eventually found out that we had cycled past where we were staying (Neil having decided not to ring earlier) Stephen & John decided to go on to the golf club in the hope of a free sauna or some such thing. Neil decided he had had enough and announced he was going to have some Hool-a-hoops then go to bed.
On arrival at the golf club, Stephen and John were point blank refused entry by a man on the gate. Perhaps he had a problem with pink lycra. They then went straight to the local for dinner and a pint.
Arriving later at the B&B, Neil was found asleep in bed. I believe it was almost 9:30pm.