I like the Irish roads when I am not sliding down them

Whoops. It seems I was following to closely. A beginners mistake. I thought it would be from driving on the left side of the road. This was my first time to fall. I thought my first would be on some backroad in Africa that was dirt or gravel not the nice curvy country roads of Ireland. Not to much damage done. I need to locate a mirror now. The rest can be fixed with the good old duct tape. I check myself out, a few bruises and some road rash, but I was on my way in 10 minutes.
I new it would be hard to travel alone. I have felt lonely with my best friends right by my side though. If I waited for my loneliness to go away I would never go anywhere. The style of traveling I am doing makes it possible for me to not have to relay on anyone except for food and gas. I have everything I need in the old mule. A tent, sleeping bag, first aid, cookware, tools, spare parts for the bike. It is a traveling autonomous vehicle-much like the huge land yachts that Americans use. I wonder if they actually see anything when they are so independent. Sometimes I wonder if this is a good thing. I am with a friend from Colorado and she is hitchhiking and depending on the kindness of strangers for her journey. She has little money, and so she is forced to stay in communal situations, i.e. hostels. These are big dorm style rooms where you are subject to the snorring of the other people in the room. There is something about traveling from this town to the next that is not conducive for building relationships. I should re-evalute my style of traveling. Maybe I could pick a place and stay in for a number of days, so that I can dig through the veneer of tourism to the more authentic experience. Regardless of that Ireland is friendly and beautiful. You really don't have to plan anything here. Just wonder, see which way the wind blows you. I had my first Irish campout last night, albeit on the side of the road. I was traveling down a desolate but beautiful coastal road when it looked like road turned into somebodies driveway. As it turns out, It probably was but went to the next town I was looking for nonetheless. Happy as a clam, I pitched my tent next to sheep, They did not seem to mind.