EPISODE 5 - TRIP 'N DAISY FLY TO IRELAND

          Flying high via Bald Eagle-Express had me wondering where our next destination would be, landing safe and sound on the ground or at its aerie to feed its hungry young a couple of tidbits. Daisy wouldn't look out the window since she's not too keen on heights and believe me, we were high and in more ways than one. Perhaps feeling Daisy's concern, the gigantenormous eagle suddenly dipped it's wings and soared downwards towards the North Atlantic Ocean. Just when I thought the plunging eagle was going to dive into the sea, it suddenly put on the brakes and glided over the 60' waves. Man! What a rush! I almost crapped my pants!

        When you're trippin', you're trippin' and for how long this magnificent eagle skimmed along the ocean, dipping in and out of the roller's troughs, water higher than our heads, I have no idea. While marveling at the beauty of the high waves, I saw a chunk of land pop up over the horizon and before too long, we began soaring higher and higher. Then, like a jumbo-jet, the eagle suddenly dived towards the eastward greenery and soon landed on a narrow country road - we were in Ireland and heading towards Cork.

Blarney House

          Being the friendly hippie type we picked up a couple of hitchhikers who were on their way to Cork. While we shared some of Daisy's wonderful mind altering brownies, they told us if we did nothing else while in Ireland, we should visit Blarney Castle and kiss the Blarney stone. And of course, being a bit full of the blarney meself, called a silver-tongued devil in my younger years, that's where we headed. The Colthurst's, (owners) were very hospitable, not only did they allow us to park the Hippie Hangout in front of their medieval manor, they invited us in for a snack, which consisted of half a cow and all the trimmings imaginable. After partaking the substantial snack, my bellbottoms fitting tighter than a yellow polka dot bikini on a 400 lb. woman, we waddled off to their gardens on the way to Blarney Castle, which is only 200 yards away. They warned us about their Poison Garden that contained wolfsbane, which was fenced in and never let out, especially when the moon was full. We were told to stay away from their pet werewolf but a weird wolf wearing a red hood was permitted. The gardens, which of course were very beautiful this time of year were great but the expanse of lawns proved to be very bountiful - magical-shrooms abounded everywhere!

Blarney Castle

          By the time we arrived at Blarney Castle, we were giggling so much, I didn't even remember climbing the stone stairs to the top of the tower where the Blarney Stone is situated.  Legend has it, you'll gain the gift of eloquence if you kiss this very famous stone. Kissing a cod fish in Newfoundland hadn't been a problem for Daisy, but kissing the stone was a real dilemma. It wasn't just  the height but because in order to kiss the stone, you have to hang out over the parapet backwards with someone holding onto your heels so you don't fall to your death. And I have to give Daisy kudos because after I kissed the stone (must have had a little extra magic in it) because it seemed to make me more powerful and she let me dangle her by her heels why she planted a big fat kiss on the stone.
          I don't know if it was the shrooms or brownies but I was really trippin' by the time we arrived back at the Hippie Hangout. Feeling a little amorous, I wrapped my arms around Daisy as we stretched out on our bed and poof!... cheers, eh! 

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