Sat. Sept. 06/08 - Kill, Ireland
At 4:30 am I set foot with three worthy pilgrims - worthy because we started out at this early moment and like real troopers stepped with me every inch of the way. John Francis Leader, his fiance, Vraja Lila (both local), and Igor from Belarus and I took to the streets of Dublin from the City Centre and left south bound. We were met by Friday night strugglers who were delighted to see us and in particular the sober.
Dublin is at the heart of the Celtic Tiger. Ireland as a whole has been booming, in a certain way for the last twenty years and its Capital City, Dublin teams with youthful energy and these days attract tourists in greater numbers than Rome.
John, Vraja and I in particular talked for hours about local Celtic culture, about druids(wondering spritualists) and the way it was before Christianity infiltrated. These are startling resemblances to the culture of ancient India.
After leaving the city we reached the suburbs and then finally the countryside. Of the three contrasting regions it was unanimous when I asked as to everyone's favourite area. It's the place where we interacted with sheep and horses and even a whole community of dogs. Igor said that he felt light after the day's trek and that thoughts were clear. He felt free.
Well, Igor, imagine doing this every day. Imagine the whole world taking to pilgrimage from time to time. It would make a different world.
42 km
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