Pubs - 6
Geocaches - 1
We are in Galway for 3 nights. In Quay Street, I over-hear one of the guides telling aged Septics that there are 50 pubs in the town.
Now, we won't be able to get through all of them, but we'll give it a bloody good go.
Killorans Bar, Salthills
We start the first day with a bracing sea walk to Salthills. Mrs Mappiman tells me I am to lick the sea wall when we get to the end. Another look on her iPhone and it appears as though I am meant to kick it.
After taking in the monuments to the Great Famine and Sailors lost at Sea, we need refreshments and Killorans looks a suitably fine place to sit outside and watch the world go by in better than expected weather for West Ireland in October.
Yellow |
A nice introduction to Galway.
The Quays, Quay Street
This is on my top 10 list of pubs in Galway. It's in a little street where all the action is. Honestly, you could sit outside here all day and not get bored. Entertainment options include policemen moving tramps on by name in the friendliest manner you can imagine and top quality buskers playing songs that are guaranteed to be on your iPod.
The Quays - In the Thick of It |
Inside the Quays |
Dail Bar, Middle Street
First Meal in Galway |
Nice pub, good food and good service.
Tig Coili. Mainguard Street
This is a must visit for tourist who want the whole Irish Pub "Fiddly Dee Music" Experience. A tiny pub festooned with pictures of famous patrons. Ian Rush and Shane McGowan both spotted on the walls.
It quite amazing how many people can be stacked into such a small place. Too claustrophobic for Mrs Mappiman, she takes a seat outside leaving me with the chance to carry a pint and a glass through a collection of ladies who have started Irish Dancing. Their non moving upper torsos belies the velocity of their lower halves.
I manage to get outside, drinks in tact.
Much Quieter in the Day |
Decorum prevents me from describing what was going on in the middle window, top floor of the building opposite.
We came back again later in the week to check if we had imagined it.
An Pucan, Forster Street
Day Time Snapping |
I won't forget my first Connemara 12 year old.
A high quality solo singer/guitarist sparks up and we stay for a few numbers. In another town, this would have been enough to persuade us to stay all night.
The Front Door, Cross Street
The pub with two names. On Cross Street, its the Front Door. On Day 3, I almost walked into Sonnys Bar on the High street before my advanced state of spacial awareness made me realise it was one of the same place.
This is a cavern.
Inside the Front Door |
An excellent covers band were belting out Jam hits. This, and the fact they did a very decent Mojito, meant that Mrs Mappiman was happy to stay.
I did talk her into a nightcap in the Quays. It was on the way back to the hotel.
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