Day twelve: Waterville to Killarney

After an excellent breakfast, we went to Waterville Golf Club and played the back nine in fine weather. The golf continued at it's usual poor standard and several balls were hit onto the beach.
We then departed for Killarney around the famous Ring of Kerry. This turned out to be made up of lots of long ascents followed by enjoyable descents and of course great scenery. Also on the way from Waterville at a viewing point we (along with many tourists) encountered the worst accordian player in Ireland as well as a man with a sheep and a goat.
Stephen left his spare tyre (for his bike) in Waterville and had to get some Americans we had met to take it to Killarney.
In Sneem we met Michael Grade and had the biggest ever 99 ice creams.
At Moll's gap was a shop claiming to be the most interesting shop in the South. We had previously seen a sign for the most westerly chocolate factory in Europe and also a sign for Ireland's only beach bar.
We advanced on Killarney and met Tracy in town and we followed her to her house where she was putting us up. Unfortunately she drove at several hundred miles an hour but we pedalled like drug fuelled Tour de France contenders to keep up and arrived safely, if breathless. We were treated to excellent hospitality and the largest strawberry pavlova ever to exist in Ireland (it didn't exist for long).
Neil, as if he had nothing else to worry about, is now worried about the tan on his legs, which does just look like dirt. The other members however look like they have visited Ballybunion's Suntans 'R' us.