There's only one regular shop in the village (thousands selling woolly jumpers and trinkets adorned with shamrocks) but the groceries are so overpriced only gold bars covered in platinum adorned with the rare egg of a six-legged sabre-toothed mouse are accepted.
None of that compares, however, to the news they now charge people €6 to see the renowned Cliffs of Moher nearby. Cliffs! With an entrance fee! Not to buy them, or eat them, but to see the fucking things. They can keep them.
To make matters worse, the hostel is full of weird Austrians. I know Austrians are weird anyway, but these ones are even weirder that normal Austrians, worse even than Bavarians. If ever there was a time for Clare to fall into sea...
The nipper's coping admirably. I don't know where he gets the strength.