There is someone there to help you as you lay backwards and lean your shoulders and head out over a open expanse over 90 feet above the ground and stretch your pucker to place your lips where millions of germy lips have been before you. (The photo here is hubby, my photo was mostly me clawing at the guard's arm... I'm a bit phobic about heights... and germs!) Someone snaps your photos and is willing to charge you a lot of money for a copy... but since they aren't officially part of the Castle staff, they are just locals from Cork looking to pick up a bit of pocket change, they are pretty quiet about it. For a buck, they will take the picture with your camera instead of theirs. I expect they earn enough to pay for their pints at the Old Mill Pub just down the road a wee bit.


I have no idea if I'm any gabbier than I was before, not sure if that is even possible, but it was certainly something to cross of The List.
2 comments:
Curt and I kissed it too, thought I was going to pass out and had to close my eyes to kiss it, it's a long way down! We have beautiful pictures from there, love, love, love Ireland!
I was none too thrilled with the hanging out over the edge thing, but I guess if it was easy to kis the darned stone, it wouldn't be such a big deal.
I have so many pictures too. I'll post a piece on our visit to Dingle and other parts of Ireland later. Thanks for commenting! Always helps my Google ratings!
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