New Ross Day Two...

...is going a bit better than day one. I went to bed about 9 PM last night because I was beat, but was awakened to the sounds of drunken singing ... lots of drunken singing ... around 4 AM. Apparently when the library bar (remind me to tell you about that) closed, everyone moved to the front porch of the hotel to sober up. The number of voices got fewer and fewer as I heard a single car driving everyone home. I was half tempted to get dressed and join them, but I figured the drunks wouldn't enjoy having their pictures taken by a half-asleep American.

I've been walking around the town today and have enjoyed myself actually. ( My walks around town... )

I have noticed a few things about facial hair in Ireland. It seems to be reserved more for the older gents. Not a lot of people my age have it here, but most men in their 50's and 60's have some really handsome beards. I'm trying to snag pictures when I can.