Who would have thought that the hottest chilli I have ever eaten would be on a pizza in Dublin! More on that later. Our first stop today was the cliffs of Mohar, when we got out of the coach the guide said it would be blustery and she wasn't kidding. It was gale force winds at the top of the cliffs. The cliffs themselves were magnificent, perfectly fitting in with Ireland's landscape so far. Our next stop was in Galway for lunch, we didn't get a chance to do much exploring but Galway seems quite nice. We then had a long drive into Dublin and we arrived just in time to catch some of the Gaelic final on television. It was a cracking game with Dublin beating Kerry by 1 point with a kick in the last 15 seconds to win 1.12 (15) to 1.11 (14), you can hear the partying from here. It also turns out out hotel is just down the road from Croke Park so we have a hotel full of despondent Kerryman. I will have more on Dublin tomorrow after we do a little exploring and the like. Now onto the chilli story. We had dinner in the hotel and I got a pizza with chicken and chilli on it thinking that like usual the chilli would be nice and mild. Now I'm not usual to bad with chilli but this thing almost blew my brains out, I've never ordered a glass of milk in a restaurant before that I can remember but it was definitely required. Also I've never seen Sally laugh at my misery so hard, she is usually pretty good at consoling me, but not this time!! All better now though!

Alex