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The drizzle has stopped but the swish of tyres on the still-wet Wexford road hurts my ears. I reckon I’m just over half a day’s walk from my destination, Rosslare ferry port. Six days ago, I walked out of my front door in Dublin and into the mountains.
It’s early and my heavy legs still haven’t warmed up to striding pace. The shallow uphill slope leading out of Castlebridge isn’t helping and I’m starting to sweat. I pause my plodding on a stretch of anonymous pavement next to a Nissan car showroom to take off my jacket and squeeze foam earplugs into my ears to dull the sound of the traffic. That’s better.
That’s Wexford on the far ridge.
Why on earth am I doing this? Ireland is an island, so to walk from Dublin to Istanbul, the first thing I need to figure out is how long it’ll take me to get to the ferry port at Rosslare so I can reliably make my ferry booking. This is just a trial run for the main event, which starts in March of 2017.
A kilometre short of Wexford town.
