The pints were really coming thick and fast now, with Bundoran (Ireland's version of Las Vegas) literally five minutes from Leitrim. We parked in the main street just across from Bootleggers and quickly ordered our tenth round of the day.

With a name like Bootleggers, you’d be expecting to find the place filled with rough characters arm-wrestling, chewing on someone else’s leather belt or drinking ale from a wooden laden beer tankard. Funny enough this wasn’t the case and the Wild West saloon themed bar was deserted. Boris was by now checking his watch every two minutes and shaking his head, deeply concerned that we wouldn't reach Omagh before last orders. However, the team must be commended, for when the pressure was on, they each rose to the challenge. In less than 16 minutes we managed to:

• chat up the bargirl
• play a game of pool
• do an Irish jig on the karaoke stage (with no music)
• headbutt a stuffed buffalo
• get a photograph outside the pub

To be fair, we were by now quite experienced in the ram-raid approach to drinking in pubs. The map was finally dispensed with as we hurtled at break-neck speed over familiar roads towards the penultimate county - Fermanagh.