Leaving Dublin the 20th June felt like a relief. Away from the noise and the busy busy people, heading for the south. Our next destination was Tramore, a little coastal town close to Waterford. Got on the bus and drove through several places connected to songs I knew; Carlow (Follow me up to Carlow) and Athy (Johnny I hardly knew ye) to mention a few. So I was humming and Solveig were counting sheep...
When we finally got to Waterford, we jumped straight on the bus to Tramore...it couldn't be that hard to find our host...well, I was wrong, but a handsome man saved us by calling the taxi-service...
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| Our street |
I will let the pictures talk...yes, I know I'm boring...but there will be more details after the pictures...
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| A charming little pub...were we got stuck, talking to the locals |
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| Two of the locals...great craic |
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| A glorious and windy day in Tramore |
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| I love beaches like this one... |
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| my lovely, mad sister will be going back here....soon |
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| The waves mesmerizes me...they hypnotizes me....or was it the surfer? |
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| ...and clouds |
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| PEBBLES! Feeling like a child again |
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| A nice place for deep thinking |
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| An evening in Tramore |
But Tramore wasn't only waves and pebbles. It was also an amazing coucsurfingexperience and the place where I joined my first trad-session. It was unbelievably cool and I'm so thankful that Patti (a friend of our host Karen) talked me into it. The evening in questioning started with a most amazing pot-luck hosted by Patti and her husband Mark (bring your food, share and have fun).
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| Pot-luck |
I also brought with me my fiddle, and when we felt it was time we moved over to the nearby pub where some guys had gathered for a trad-session. Luckily they didn't have a fiddleplayer with them, so I soon found my place in the group.
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| St Leger; my first trad-session |
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| Karen; our amazing host....you are so supercool, thanks for everything |
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| The guys.... the boy playing the bodhran was unbelievably good |
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| Suddenly, I'm sitting there and cannot understand that I'm doing it... |
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| AWESOME GUYS |
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| The guy to the right, playing the guitar, sang a song called "Wagon Wheel" which got stuck in my mind...and when we left the pub to go home, he congratulated me on my playing and singing ^^ |
Of course the audience wanted something norwegian, so after a pint of Guinness me and my sister stood up, and sang: "Eg rodde meg ut på seiegrunnen" (I rowed out unto the pollackground)...an amazing song about a man who rowed out in the morning, meets his archenemy at the fishingplace, and makes him fall out of his boat by the use of his fishingrod...yes, Norwegians are weird. And then we took "Wild Rover" and the pub rang with the chorus..."and it's no nay never!"
A brilliant ending to a brilliant night...
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The 23rd was our last day in Tramore, and it was with a heavy heart that we said goodbye to Karen, Kayliegh and Erin.
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| A good Irish breakfast :p |
The best way to start a morning is....tada...with a proper Irish breakfast...this is also the best hangover-cure I know ^^
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| Housechicken |
Next stop: CORK
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1 comment:
Sounds like a great few days there, especially getting to play in the trad session :) I've still never been to that part of the country. Those beaches are lovely.
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