31 Mar Blarney Castle Photo Essay
Blarney Castle was one of those places where I had to go while in Ireland. But like many places before Blarney: Westminster Abbey, Loche Ness, and Versailles, I didn’t know why I had to go. It was like those names, something that has become synonymous with a place whether it’s really a “must see” or not. Sometimes places have just become tourist locations where locals wonder why these foreigners flock there (though Versailles doesn’t fit that category).
And while I don’t think there’s anything wrong with going to these places, we can’t deny that’s what they are. And Blarney Castle is just that. It’s set back along a path from two large car parks that are filled with tour buses. It’s in a tiny town that most people only see from behind glass, and most people don’t even know the history of the castle, myself included.
But of course I was still going. Kiss the Blarney Stone? Even this germ-aphobe didn’t want to pass that up. It’s a funny story and I only know, personally, one other person who’s done it, and it was the friend I went with. If nothing else it’s a funny story to tell your grandkids.
These creepy eyes were part of an exhibit that was throughout the castle grounds. Strange, but kind of fitting with the upcoming garden.
One of the small paths at the top of the castle. The very top of the castle, standing in line for the Blarney Stone. Mostly everyone who went to the top kissed the stone. You can also see the middle of the castle where other floors used to be but is now just empty. Kissing the Blarney Stone! The man holding onto me is solely there to guide you and make sure you don’t plummet to your death. Below my head you can kind of see the ground far below. There are a few bars now, after someone died I believe, but this man speaks to you the whole time: “All right, now lean back, grab the hand rails, tilt your head, pucker up, and there you go.” And of course it was in a thick Irish accent which made it all that much funnier. I didn’t even have time to whimp out or think of the germs. I for sure did after when I wiped my mouth a million times and even went so far as to use antibacterial, which I wouldn’t recommend accidentally licking. After the castle we walked around the grounds, first in the poison garden. Then we wandered through the other, less poisonous (as far as we knew) gardens.
Did you kiss the Blarney Stone too! Tell me about it and tell me if that cute man was there for you too!