After our marathon trek to the oldest town in Ireland, we decided that a day of rest was in order....yeah right. THAT never happened!
We found a hostel and then crashed for a well deserved sleep. The next day the lady who ran the joint suggested that since we were obviously "such keen walkers" (she obviously didn't know me at all!) we should wander out to The Smugglers Cove, a pub out on the coast, not more than 30 mins walk away, and with a fantastic view of the bay. Well, being the retards that we were, we thought this sounded like a great idea so we gobbled up breakfast and headed on out. Well the pub turned out to be about 45 mins walk away, no big deal I hear you say, well no it would have been fine, except it was also closed and with nothing else around the place, we had no choice but to start walking back into town.
Once we were back from our hour and a half trek, almost as knackered as yesterday, we thought a nice relaxing pint was in order. Luckilywe found a cool little pub with two empty rocking chairs sat infront of an open fire.....someone was finally smiling down on us. So a couple of hours and a few pints later we wandered back to our hostel for our second well deserved sleep in as many days.
The plan the next day was to catch the BUS (thats right, call me lazy, but we weren't walking anywhere!) to Enniskillen....so that we did.
