... was not a particularly nice place. At least the downtown area wasn't. But it is the home of the Ballinasloe Horse Show. Which wasn't happening when we were there, thank goodness.
This post is in reverse time order. We blew through Ballinasloe on the way to the Kylemore pass, documented below.
But we did take a picture.
Study that noble animal! Proud and alert, he looks like he'd fetch a fine price. Suitable for work, racing, or what have you. The statue is nice, too.
Actually, what I recall most about Ballinasloe was that I had a bit of an anxiety situation. It was the result of an idea our neighbor planted in my head: That "travellers" (see Brad Pitt in Snatch) steal dogs. They would obviously be slavering at the thought of having Whiskey.
I won't describe, here, the precautions I took to protect Whiskey. I don't want my methods published on a blog, what with governments nowadays giving free or subsidized internet access to any old body (travellers).
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