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Galway from upriver.
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Mike's hangin' on to that pole.
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That's me: standing by poles, staring at far away things.
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More Galway
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The ... beach? I guess that's what they call it in Ireland.
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It's really windy out.
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Those seagulls had us surrounded.
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Mike's happy. I'm concentrating.
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These were our Irish roommates in the hostel. They were great.
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We weren't supposed to be in here.
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The roof was on fire.
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Artsy? I think so.
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This is a picture of me and the Irish nothing.
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The Irish nothing.
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Everything is cut up into small, small plots. Like that they can't get away.
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This castle was ready to be conquered.
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There were 3 stories. Now there are none.
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This door was made for walking like this.
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I guess it became a lighthouse after its castle days were over.
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Mike taking over the castle.
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Me taking over the castle.
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We have to go THERE!
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...so we did. Conquering courtesy of Mike.
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The inside of that thing we had to go to (and did).
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More Irish nothing.
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Me angry at the wind and rain.
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The island's port at night.
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More island, more port, more calm.
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This would not flush. Seriously.
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House 'n Mountains
