Today was a rest day so it was a day to sleep in, and
sleep in we did. At 9;30 we realized
that breakfast was only served until 10:00 am so it was hurry up and get
dressed and hurry over to breakfast.
The breakfast menu chooses for the Garnish House were phenomenal.
There was at least 4 different omelets, full Irish breakfast, half Irish
breakfast, several different kinds of pancakes, waffles, French toast, and all kinds of different egg and toast
combinations. I choose an omelet and it
was great. The Garnish House isn’t true
b&B as breakfast is not included but at 10Euros for anything on the menu it
is the best deal in Cork.
After breakfast there was no doubt that we were headed
into the main shopping area to find a bike shop and an Irish bike jersey. On our way we walked through the Cork English
Market which was originally a meat market.
It still has a lot of different butcher shops in it but there are all
kind of other shops offering fancy pastries, chocolates, vegetables, and lots
of other exotic foods and spices. Ths
smells were wonderful. I loved walking
through the market and day dreaming about all the different chops, steaks ribs
and sausages. It would be so much fun picking out something different every day
for your supper.
After the market we came to a bike shop and they had a
good selection of very nice jerseys in Irish
green with beautiful Gaelic designs. I think they must have all been racer cut as I
tried on a XL and it was skin tight so I would up in a XXL. It is a beauty and will make an excellent
addition to the jersey collection.
After the bike shop Ken and Sally and Agnes and I opted
to do a “Hop on Hop Off” bus tour of cork.
They have these open top double decker buses and it was great fun
sitting way up top in the bright sun.
Yes it was 23 C and bright blue skies.
The bus wound around downtown which is built on an island in the river
Lee. There are a huge number of bridges
on the island most of which were constructed in the early 1800’s. The route took us down to the south past a
number of beautiful cathedrals and finally up the north side. How the bus got down some of the little tiny
streets on what must have been 30% grades is a total mystery. One of the stops was at the old city
jail. So we jumped off and took a tour
through the jail. It was pretty brutal
and not only that people were imprisoned for totally minor crimes. A month for stealing a napkin. There was one
story of a young boy who was imprisoned for five years for stealing two brass
clocks.
After the bus tour we headed back to the hotel to clean
bikes, rider meeting and get ready for tomorrows ride down to Skibereen.
There are two major climbs tomorrow and I am going to try
and retain the King of the Mountain jersey, however I have been warned there
are three other riders lining up to take it.
Terry