Back to Dublin
August 17, Day 65.
Slept horribly. All I dreamt about was the paranoid feeling of ticks crawling on me and being hyper aware of every little sensation on my skin. Woke up to check my body several times out of half asleep fear. The wind was whipping my tent too loud to get much sleep anyway. Paul was to collect me at a pier on Lettermullen so I pulled myself together to pack up my stuff and paddle over. Had a hard time doing so, and every little thing was just “going wrong”. You know yourself that feeling. I landed at the pier and was pulling my boat up on the trolley when the wheel got stuck and flipped the whole thing over in the seaweed, spilling some of my things in the mud. I was in tears unpacking my boat by the time Paul had gotten to me just from frustration and defeat of the conditions here. Two months is quite a while to be doing this trip alone and making all of the choices and planning and execution has been weighting on me still. We drove back to Galway to their house and within an hour there was an opportunity to go along with one of his friends to Dublin so we put the boat on a different car and I went with him. So thankful for people being there to help me. All the way back to Dublin now I’m at home and had a really good shower. Just hoping I can feel better before long.
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