At the peak

This morning we set out for a tour of the East of the island, including its highest peak (something like 1800 m). Unfortunately I left my camera over in the Savoy this evening, so no pictures of the trip until later this week.

Instead, let me say that my sister is unable to get trashed on the island. Today we split two bottles of red wine and numerous beers (including some poolside, which normally do the trick), and she still wasn't sozzled.

I should mention that in Dublin one glass of shiraz has her giggling like a schoolgirl. She's adorable...