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brought soup , mashed potatoes , and a smoked Mackerel fish .
With the first spoon of soup , I remembered that I ’ d left everything on the bike , even the ignition key in place . She told me that nobody was going to touch anything .
“ Enjoy the meal , Mr .?”, I gave her my artistic name , Mac , and when I finished my dinner , she took me to the room where a spotless , luxurious king-size bed awaited me . I hurried to La Más , grabbed what I needed , and covered it . Took a hot bath and dried my gloves , boots , socks , and trousers on the heaters and got into bed .
Breakfast the next morning was toast and scones with butter and jam . That place , The Rusty Mackerel , had won the 2019-2020 County Pub of the Year award . It ' s a fascinating place and hasn ' t closed once since 1892 .
Stubbornly , I headed back to Malinger to see the beach where Napoleon tried to invade Ireland . Its natural beauty left me speechless . The famous Silver Strand beach is secluded under the cliffs . After taking pictures in the village of Glen Colmcille , I walked along Sliabh Liag , a 1972 ft cliff , and then , headed riding towards Northern Ireland , deciding to go as far as Bushmills .
In the middle of nowhere , I came across four friends walking on the road . To my left , the Atlantic Ocean , to the right the beautiful mountain , and in the middle , these Irishmen
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