The Phoenix Vegetarian Restaurant & Accommodation

12/04/2026

Power games are so boring.
Mr. M you robbed your own people for 5 solid weeks with this profiteering on revenue raised from fuel taxes.
We are not your enemy, infact many of us voted for you & those people now have egg on their faces. You let them down and also those who uphold the principles of democracy.
You cheated us.
Do you think the protesters are enjoying creating blockades, facing anxious sleepless nights, the erratic hostile opposition of your choice, Pepper spray seriously! Meanwhile, you party on, wearing fancy finery, attending grand functions, wines flowing, nibbling exotic morsels & we pay.
Least we forget the root cause of this current unrest, let us think about dead in Iran, the orphans in Palestine
Btw.
Do you even know how much your 'St. Patrick day Jolly' cost the tax payer? Simply In order for you to have the pleasure of crawling up the a**s of a suspected pe*****le, who had, only weeks before, targeted an Iranian school murdering 160 young girls. Did you forget that in your hand shaking formalities?
'Ahh yes, they were dug and tugged out of the rubble by distraught parents, relatives, aid workers, bloodied & too crushed, Mr.President, in most cases, to be even recognised'. Did you bother to mention that atrocity in between the meaningless toasts, the hollow speeches and the boring hu-ha of the Paddy day fanfares?
And do you really think the people of Ireland trust you Mr. M ?
Would you, with all your education, trust a man like yourself?
Show courage and honour similar to the people who are demonstrating for what is fair and right for the country.
Mr. M, you believed in something good once. Swallow this stubborn pride this is not a poker game spree of 'who can hold out the longest'.
Show wisdom, all that you aspired to do or be when you took up politics, and show love for your country. We are your people, the able bodied, workers, the weak, the infirm. We are the children, the mothers about to give birth, the privileged the underprivileged, the dying.
Sign the deal.
If you can not lead by example, then resignation is the only honourable thing left for you to do.
Sadly, two words spring to mind.
No Confidence.

11/04/2026

11/04/2026

Least we forget

11/04/2026

10/04/2026

I am a retired restaurant owner, a cook, I ran my business in rural Kerry and my transport delivery's, from early morning until late evening, of fresh food, sanitary products, equipment and repairs were a big link in the backbone of my business. I respect and support these people. Why should they work for a pittance while some of our politicians benefit from what are obviously higher revenues. Most of us can do the maths, accrued taxes on fuel are a percentage, if the fuel price goes up so does the amount collected.

10/04/2026

06/04/2026

A Lovely sauna

Enjoy a sauna at Inch Beach on your next visit.

04/04/2026

As Ramadam winds down and you travel further South from Morocco into West Sahara, you realise how lucky you are when a cafe swings its doors open and a cook, who is fasting begins to prepare a meal to order or kindly shares their own apré sunset supper. In Tan Tan, a lady, so proud of her cafe, cooked us a tagine of eggs and tomato's and her graceful hospitality flavoured our food with homely warmth.
Lucky too when a museum has an attendant, the one in the picture is in Tarfaya where the flying Postmaster was the aeronautical and philosophical writer of the children's book The Little Prince, who flew to earth from an astroid & posed a series of profound comparisons of life on earth to the life in his own Realm.
The Bedouin tents give shelter from the hot midday sun or the fiercely torrential downpours, the famous sugary green tea with fresh mint can be enjoyed lounging on cushions where you could meet a fellow traveller with whom you find so much common ground it is as if you grew up together.
Lucky to hear the holy prayers resounding through the narrow streets, live from the tall mosques where the doves flap in and out unperturbed by the heightened amplification.
Eid happens when the new waxing moon is viewed, and you are then privileged to share on the periphery of this happy occasion of feasting, gifting, the wearing of beautiful clothing, and happy celebrations
After 3 days, the shops fling open their doors and it's business as usual. The shopkeepers are happy to be back in siptu, and you buy jewellery you don't need & get shown The Lion of Tarfrout carved by nature on one of the Anti Atlas mountain range.
1000 kilometre of mountain passes and vast plains Marakesh is an intense City experience which wakens other senses. Sharp awareness industrial galleries, gardens a hooting tooting wheeling dealing labourinth, endless souks , lush vegetation outside ancient city walls, teeming tourism, rain in sheets, thunder with eardrum piercing cracks, long lightning flashes. Nice though, you walk up & down your tiny area & people start smiling as you pass. A mere glance & a nod orders your favourite coffee, hand on heart, shrukran
The Best Coffee in Marakesh

25/03/2026

Dervish dance

25/03/2026

Good morning google news clips

24/03/2026

Feeling kind of blue
In amongst the painted rocks of Tarfrout. An installation created in the early 80s by a Belgium man who obviously felt strongly about colouring in these majestic rocks
Having spent 2 months in Tenerife with my grandkids where we had fun painting a lot of pretty pepples, all i can say is,
I had a dream

24/03/2026

I am an extremely excitable person. At the end of a long day driving through, at times single lane, mountainous passes with hair pin bends and vertigo inducing drops, we arrived, almost in marital distress, you know driven mad by each other driving, to the Sousse Massa delta. A national park either side of an ever widening Estuary which pours eventually into the Atlantic. All i wanted to do was see the flamingos in this natural and protected environment, their own muddy, fish rich home. It is the last day of Eid, the picnic ears were out in hoards, evening was drawing in and we had yet to find a place to sleep, as we turned up river, almost, but not quite at that stage of ahh perhaps they have roosted or folded their long spindly legs onto nests of fertile eggs and can't be seen in spring. Scanning the river with those thoughts hovering suddenly there they were. The magic happened. The video is nothing like they looked in reality, but in its unprofessional wobbly darting visuals it might contain something of that very special magical synchronicity. I could certainly feel my Nans hand in mine perhaps 65 years ago when I first saw these gorgeous birds.