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[etilit]

simple questions can matter!!! i often wonder why? do i need an explanation? or should i just forget it? time will pass and i wont care one way or the other? right?

 

[Tjerk12]

I suppose that you have no idea what these two simple words mean to me, Etilit. They bring back my thoughts to the end of the seventies (1979 or even 1980). Together with my wife I made a holiday tour in Ireland. After three weeks, we had followed the complete coastline (excluding Northern Ireland), we made a final stop in the Comergh mountains, near Clonmel. The campsite was named “Powers the Pot”. Ireland was rather primitive in those days, but this campsite was absolutely the top of primitivism. Two typical Irish cottages, the white ones with thick thatch and a wooden washroom, that were the only visible objects. One of the cottages was the house of the owners, the other was the cantina. The washroom was catastrophic. Most of the time the electricity didn’t work or there was no water and if there was water the heater for the shower didn’t function properly. And when you had to go to the toilet you had to do that with care, because the hinge pins of the door were missing, so you had to maneuver the door back in position and hold it there while you did your thing, because the lock didn’t function either. But despite all the discomfort the campsite was fantastic, in fact one of the most beautiful I ever visited. It was on the top of a mountain with a fantastic view (at the horizon you could see the sea). And it was quiet, only two tents on the whole campsite and one of them was ours. That night there was a big feast. There was a band – an electric organ and a guy with drums. The band members proved that every rule has an exception. The Irish are very musical people I had noticed during my tour, but these two boys weren’t. They played horrible. But the visitors from the town didn’t worry and danced all evening. I had the idea that I played a role in a Fellini movie. It was wonderful.
Later that night in the cantina I had a long talk with the owners. Really very nice people, but certainly not the types to run a campsite. I told the man about the discomforts in the washroom. And with each and everything I said he looked totally surprised and said: “Is it?” It was clear that he had no intention to do something about it.
The conversation got so friendly that they told openly that they had great financial problems. The occupancy of the campsite was never bigger than two or three tents. They had to sell the place. But even that didn’t work. There was a law in Ireland in those days that you could make a lottery. A notary settled the case. Hundred tickets, 700 euros (in Irish pounds) each and the property as the one and only price.
Next morning we left the campsite to go back to The Netherlands. We visited the notary and bought a ticket. A year later I got a letter from the notary. The lottery was no success and I got my money back.
I searched the internet and discovered that the campsite still exists.
It is a great memory.
Thanks for your post Etilit!

 

[etilit]

no probs babe lol glad you remember the good things of there and your life lol