Tuesday, September 17, 2019

Intrepid Friends' Ireland Trip Part 7

Blog note:  No matter what I do to re-orient these photos and save the fix, the original ends up on the blog post!  Infuriating!


Cliffs of Moher:


I write this and we are now in Galway. We left Dingle yesterday morning and it was foggy and damp, so we were lucky we had the good weather we had had.

Drove through the Connor pass- what they call the highest mountain pass in Ireland. Reaching a magnificent 450 meters it was soon over with and we were on the other side, where, lo and behold the sun was shining! Followed the road to Tarbert where we boarded the ferry (20 minutes) so we wouldn't have to drive all the way around through Limerick.

Stopped for lunch (soup and brown soda bread, an addicting combination) in a little pub in Kilrush and then carried on. Drizzle and fog, and we are heading towards the cliffs of Moher (pronounced "more" for those of you who are wondering). Decided it wasn't worth it to try and see them today, and headed to our hotel in the wee village of Ennistymon, where it was still drizzling.

No matter what I do to reorient these photos, it never works!


It is Sunday, and almost 5 pm. Not much is open. Our hotel/b and b is an old hotel (built in 1881) on the banks of the River Cullanagh.

Our room looks out on to the rapids, wide slabs of limestone, with lots of quickly moving water. Even though we are 4 flights of stairs up (yes, 4, narrow, windy stairs) the river is like a roar in the room. But the room is cute and quaint, with a black and white tiled bathroom, and ancient  wallpaper on the walls. Luckily the restaurant downstairs is open for dinner, because there are no other options!

We wander down the  road to a wee bar to have a drink, and encounter the cutest place, with a lovely proprietor named Eugene. It is cosy, with a peat fire burning in the old fireplace, a zillion business cards and pictures tacked to the walls, and it is quiet, with just a few folks sitting, having a pint and chatting. There are pictures of folks from many years ago, sayings and poems on the walls, pennants from sports teams, you name it, the walls and ceiling are covered. What a nightmare it would be to clean!



Another bar up the road had what  I thought was an interesting combination of businesses. Read the sign carefully! We had dinner (pan fried fresh trout, it was so delicious) and headed for bed as this cold has us both knackered.



This morning the sun was shining, and off we went to join 40,000 tour buses and a million other people on the cliffs of Moher. I wish I had been able to go here 50 years ago, before the tourism business caught up with it. It is lovely, but now just another tourist trap. After a walk along the slippery muddy track along the cliffs we decide to get away from all these other people and head toward Kilfenora ,a village on the edge of The Burren, a National Park which includes the cliffs, the Aran Islands and a huge  plateau of land further inland from the coast.

There we spend a bit of time at the small museum which explains why this land is so different from the rest of Ireland. There is also the remains of an old cathedral (12th century) and an old castle (13th century). This terrain is entirely different from anything else we have seen in Ireland. Gone are the rolling green hills dotted with rock fences and sheep. Instead it is all replaced with an almost lunar landscape of rock, limestone and shale, folded and refolded on itself, broken in places, looking sort of like very dry mud that has cracked. This area of land was formed millions of years ago as a result of a vast tropical sea bed being pushed up by the ice age and other geological factors. There is evidence of human habitation going back to before Christ was born. People have even been farming this area for hundreds of years, although it must be difficult to do with so little topsoil. It was fascinatingly different from everywhere else we have been.



The road takes us back to the very pretty coast road again and into Galway, the biggest city we have been in since we left Cork. And it is rush hour, although the traffic is moving fairly well. Our b and b is across the bridge in West Galway, away from the city centre, and a short walk to Galway Bay.

Tomorrow will be explore day!



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