The First Pub. Wait, What? Didn’t We Just Do That?

Didn’t we just visit the oldest pub? Now we have the pub that claims to be the first. A check-in with the bartender to find out it’s the first when you get off the ferry at Rosslare, Co. Wexford, he’s offered with a grin.

Funny it’s also the last pub before you get on the ferry. Clever and only a few meters ahead of (or after dependingon your direction) the neighboring pub.

Fresh prawns and mushy peas from the neighboring pub.
There are many B&Bs throughout ireland. This one was just the Bedroom in a refurbished house, which had several guest rooms. Kitchen fridge and sink, and dining area open for use. Very nice!
Hard to see, but the owner of this guest house had a sense of humor. His property was gaurded by highly trained security chickens.

The rosters and ducks in the neighborhood helped with the very early wake-up call to catch the ferry to Wales!

Boarding the ferry.
Veiw from on board.

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