Sunday morning, as usual, we start with a half-hour late. This time, head for the Ring of Kerry, a site for its exceptional environment. So here we boarded a small excursion into the sea, and more specifically on the bay of Dingle, a real nature reserve. First stop at the edge of a steep slope with a panoramic view over the bay. The wind blows on the coast ardently but this does not prevent us from wiping a few shots of the beautiful landscape before our eyes. The weather was poor, but this does not affect the overall vision of the mountains which s'extirpent the sky gray and the bottom of the bay. 
After the intermission of fifteen minutes, an hour stops in Waterville, stronghold of the Chaplin family in the 60s, who came to take leave. Moreover, there was a statue erected in his honor. Waterville, a small village of 700 inhabitants, looking like a resort, offers its range of beautiful landscapes including hills and massive that give the impression of diving into the ocean, cliffs colored green, fields traditional Irish with abundant greenery and herds of sheep. At the corner of our walk through downtown, stopping the center to buy some eals den, just to stuff a little stomach, anxious to regain the enthusiasm after the kill of the day. Small break on the beach at Waterville, decorated with pebbles and rocky progress that offers a nice photo frame. It feels light to the call of the wind and sea facing us. The beach provides us with a good angle of view on the ocean horizon. The contrasts of light between heaven and earth are fabulous. Everyone is lost in his thoughts, the silence continues, we appreciate the moment ...
After this little lunch, stroll on the beach and photographs in series as background a magnificent view over the sea can feel the artistic soul in us to grow, with the main actor and scenery, the sea and us. But hardly the time to make some shots it is already time to leave. Last glance snapshot of the beach, it is certain that we will return ...
Resumed our journey through the tortuous bends and steep and off on a fantastic view on Ballinskelligs Bay and its islands scattered around the bay. On the horizon, the sun manages to pierce the clouds to give us a ray of light that travels in the bay and we openly revealed the splendor and beauty of the ocean, wise and silent. Here it is, my memory card is full, it is time to change it against my little memory card 32 mb, history to take three-four pictures.
last stop in a small Irish village at the foot of the valley, with shops and lovely views to the delight of tourists. And we go back to Cork, it is four hours, the stomach growling. The trip goes well. Everyone sleeps in the bus, silence is golden, a few glances dissipate. Arrival in Cork, we exchanged our emails, our numbers, we just spend a weekend to begin fortifying the week course ahead. It is time to say goodbye and go to bed. Next stop: London with my cousin Anthony and my friends in Rennes. I look forward ...
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