I took this photo while sitting on a gigantic rock in the middle of the river. I was eating my lunch and sewing up my pants which had ripped open at the knees once again. I will always remmeber Enistymon because the people were so nice to me. I was the only tourist in town. When I went to the pub to listen to music, it was discovered that I played the banjo. Someone produced an old rusty banjo with one string missing and insisted that I play Dixie for them. I plucked out the first part of the tune but really needed that extra string to finish it.