Return. That was my mission during the third day by bicycle through the Dingle Peninsula.
I was in Dingle and had to get to Tralee where the next day the bus that would return me to Dublin was waiting for me.
I had breakfast and said goodbye to the hostel to resume contact with the hard saddle of the mountain bike I had rented in Tralee. The day began with a good ascent to the Connor pass (Connor Pass) that once entered the book of hills of the Tour de France despite its scarce 410 meters. Then I learned that it is the highest road port in the country.
The storms of the first day had disappeared but the sky still hid a few gray clouds. The wind, the cyclist's worst enemy in Ireland, appeared in the corners of the road to complicate the ascent to the port a bit.
The views from the Connor pass are spectacular. The road is very narrow and from the top you can see the coast on both sides of the peninsula and the peak of Brandon if time permits. Unfortunately, I had no luck that day. The clouds hid the Atlantic. However, the place (with or without clouds) is well worth it.
After stopping on the road, I continued my journey down the port with my hands on the brakes. I passed through Cloghane and reached Stradbally where I rested and ate.
I had little left and the journey to Tralee was by plane along the Atlantic and through Camp on a road in good condition that became longer than expected. The wind whistled in favor for the first time during the three days and I knew glory.
I arrived at Tralee tired. I returned to the same hostel where I had slept three nights ago and after having dinner and taking a pint I had no strength left.