After the Burren we pulled into Galway - apparently a real destination for the backpacking set. With a nice setting on the water and a reputation for the best place in the land for Irish music, its no wonder. There were backpackers a plenty, and bars a plenty (go figure). Despite all this, probably the most memorable aspect of our brief visit to Galway was the hotel. Our never ending requirement to have connecting rooms ran into the historic construction of small Irish town hotels - no connecting rooms. So we bunked in a "family" room that no doubt is more often used by groups (schools? pods?) of backpackers...or stag/hen parties. Galway's reputation attracts this crowd as well. Anyway, back to the hotel, which had the curious feature of...no toilet seat. This after paying up for the en suite! The WC had a cover but no seat. Curious - theories range from a stag party prank, some struggling band looking for an edge (apparently the Beatles once played an early gig in Hamburg wearing toilet seats), the maid absconding with the thing while renovating her own place, to a backpacker deciding that carrying your own toilet seat with you was the hygenic option. Who knows - but the fairer sex of our travelling party grumbled.
After a nice dinner & a good rest, we casually drove around Galway county, into Mayo (home of the Kearns clan) and off to Sligo.
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