Out on the Ring of Kerry. As I reached the top of the climb at my most western point of The Ring of Kerry, there was a sign that said "The best view in Ireland." The fog was so thick I could barely see more than five feet. It crept up on me and turned to rain before I could put on my raingear, and soon I was drenched. I bombed down a huge descent and cut the day early, when I saw sign for a hostel in Waterville. When grocerey shopping that night, I wasn't able to find any beer in the grocerystores, just wine. I asked the young Estonian girl working the hostel, and she explained that if people want to drink beer, they go to a pub. If they want to drink at home, they usually drank wine?