The Market was small with mostly food stalls, so a little more shopping was required down the walking mall and then into the shopping centre for a last spree, finishing off with lunch.
The men picked us up from the town centre and dropped Dal and I off for just one more very last shopping trip, closer to home. Once we'd shopped ourselves out, we walked the short distance up the road to join Mum, Keith, Al and Kit at the Menlo Hotel to watch the rugby and enjoy a glass of wine.
After the rugby, we wanted to end our stay in Galway with a resounding pub crawl. Our starting point was An Pucan and what a good start it was! We were given our very own boat and before we knew it, she somehow got named Murial -
God Bless Murial and all who sail in her!!
I think perhaps the mural behind us had something to do with her naming ceremony. If you have a closer look, you'll see the seas were quite rough so we had to abandon ship and head for dry land, but not before enjoying some roudy music and trying a sip of Guiness - ugh!
Our infamous pub crawl continued along the walking mall amidst throngs of youngsters already well on their way to enjoying a good night out. After squashing and squeezing our way into umpteen dozen pubs, we had dinner upstairs in a quiet bar away from the madding crowd, ending our week in Galway off in style.
While walking back along the mall for a taxi we encountered a particularly jovial group of youngsters, chanting merrily to the patrolling police: "Whose that sexy garda......" repeatedly
until the police walked calmly on, ignoring the youngsters completely, at which point the youngsters continued with "cheerio, cheerio, cheerio...." also repeatedly.
I guess that's the norm for a party town full of uni students, hens parties, bucks parties and mid-life crises to boot!
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