Three innocent waifs, lost in a strange land with strange customs and some sort of moon-man version of English. That will be me and my sisters in the end of April.
How do I know that the Irish Dopers aren’t actually an evil coven looking for sacrificial victims?!
Im sure that will be quite a comfort to you as those ‘Heathens over the water’ are strapping you to a stone altar, sharpening up the sacrificial dagger and chanting strange eldritch phrases. I can imagine it now.
“Well, Im screwed but at least my named party can live it up on the insurance money!!”
PS- If you are renting a car, please Keep Left. And please don’t try to drive as fast as the locals. They know where to downshift and where to brake. And Lastly, should you actually try to drive the N59 at night between Cliffden & Westport, I’ll pray for your soul…