Bill in Dingle

What do you call someone from Dingle? A Dingler? A Dingle-ite? A Dingleberry? (ok, I know, couldn't resist) Well, today Bill was a native Dingler, fitting right in to his surroundings. First, we took in the sites at the dock where Bill decided he wanted a shot of him climbing down the side into the water! Could you imagine the lawsuits in the US if a ladder into the Bay like this was available to every visiting moron?


Next it's off to the bookie to make a bet on the Ireland v. Argentina rugby match. Bill put 10 euros on Andrew Trimble to try anytime. (that's like someone getting a touchdown in our football...you can bet on the first try or a try at any time during the game). Needless to say, that's 10 euros we will never see again.

Next - a late lunch with the Sunday Independent. Notice the Irish knit sweater Bill is wearing? Just one of the many purchases at the wool shop (see previous post). Doesn't he look great??

And finally, here is a picture of what we looked like at lunch - both of us entrenched in our own sections of the paper, just happy to sit quietly having our tea on a couch in a restaurant in Dingle.