And so it begins...

Finally....finally I got to land in London. The Chief was correct, the ride from Miami to London is the most miserable, long, long, going against the clock, long, ... did I mention long.....ride. Got through Customs and wonders of all wonders, my luggage arrived with me. Changed my U.S. Dollars to British Pounds, and my friend Michael met me at the gate. All is well.
London Taxi Cabs at Heathrow Airport. Like a James Bond movie.

Ok, its the weekend, and I don't have to work the weekend. Not like I had enough airline abuse already...onto another plane, and off to see Ireland. It's like next door...sort of.



Just so you know its really me here.....

Garda, is Gaelic for Police. The Garda station in Blarney Ireland is in a two-story building, below a hotel for some reason.
Its the picture below that cracked me up.
Taped to the dashboard in the car !! You just can't make this stuff up.
A little side track in Blarney.
Blarney Castle, County Cork, Ireland
I am just so impressed on how they could have accomplished this. What a structure.
Standing at the top of Blarney Castle, looking out over the battlements.
View from the top of Blarney Castle. Can't believe I'm here.
Upper words on the sign are Gaelic, lower in English.
Kinsale is a small harbor town on the south end of Ireland. It's as chilly out as it looks in the picture. So far, lots of clouds, and light rain. Locals say its just the way it is.
Very narrow streets and everybody driving on the wrong side of the road.....much like Key West.

And as the sign says, this is a good end for today.

Off to Scotland Yard tomorrow, and the adventure begins for real.

More later.