Four or five years ago I got to Portarlington around 8AM on a Saturday; I was going to Clonbullogue to do a parachute jump, and as I had no car at the time I had to get a taxi from the train station. The only one available at 8AM was a crazy-looking guy - his car was filthy, rubbish bags spilled all over the back seat and foot-well (rotting banana peels, etc), and in fairness he wasn't much better himself. The thing that really freaked me out was that, at one point, the guy was driving along country roads; as a way of making conversation, he said to me: "Isn't it terrible about all those girls that have disappeared? For instance, if I drove down one of these lanes nobody would ever find you again".
I was so scared I decided not to go back there again: I'd have risked jumping from a plane, but I wouldn't have wanted to face that man again. In fairness, he may have retired by now, but just in case do not get a taxi there!
Having said that, I'm sure he's the exception, and in any case the place has changed an awful lot in just a few years.