Oh my God, they Kilkenny

My dad and I collect Mylene at the airport on the night before we are to set off on our Tour d'Irlande. She arrives with her over-sized (3 times normal bike box) oversized luggage. Amusement for all around who care witness our attempts at fitting such an enormous box through various doors and the final challenge of getting it folded and into the car.

Five hours sleep and we need to pack my brother's car with the bikes to give us a little head start on our first day. The sun is shining, the weather is clear and the remaining journey to Kilkenny is a breeze, which coincidently is on our backs the whole way.
Lots of time to stroll about the beautiful and historic city, explaining to Mylene about hurling and school uniforms.
We meet our lovely Polish-born host, Dorothy, where else but at a local pub. She gives up her bed so that we can sleep soundly and cooks us brownies for our journey the next day. We have a tour of Kilkenny by night and enjoy some live music at night.