The Cliffs of Moher

Rough morning number 3. By this point, I'm getting pretty used to waking up EXHAUSTED and going off for a full day of exploring. And I'm getting really good at sleeping on buses. Unfortunately this trip would not follow suit. James and I decided to go to the Cliffs while everyone else went to Conomera. I wanted to see the cliffs because of pictures I have seen before and because the are double the height of Dun Aengus. I could not believe that and wanted to see it with my own eyes. Our tour left at 9:45 am; we found that it didn't take as much time to get ready so we bought some cereal and ate at the hostel. As soon as we got on the bus I could tell it was going to be a loooong bus ride. This was mainly because our driver was probably the most annoying bus driver anyone could have. He talked on the bus ride for 85% of the time with usually useless information. Everything he said was repeated at least twice, repeated at least twice, but sometimes more, but sometimes more. And we probably stopped every 10 minutes to see something else, yep every 10 minutes. And if you didn't know every 10 minutes. (If you think the past repetition is annoying try sitting on a bus and hearing that when you just want to SLEEP). I also wanted to get to the Cliffs. This is why I went on the tour bus. The other sights were alright, but in hindsight I would have loved to have another hour or two at the cliffs. First stop, first stop, yes that's right folks our first stop. (Ok I'll stop). It was a beautiful castle that reflected in the perfectly smooth lake right next to it. All I could think about was how great it would be to water ski on the lake. We then stopped again after 5 minutes on the bus to see a fairy circle and hear about how a leprechaun would crawl up my leg or something like that (our bus driver was telling a story but I chose to tune him out so I didn't quite get the full story). We walked up and all it was was a tree surrounded by a circle of trees. At this point I was trying to figure out why the heck we stopped. Then our bus driver comes running up to me and says,"Do you see it? The fairy, the fairy!!" I have no idea what's going on and follow him to a tree. He then points at a wooden figurine and I start busting up laughing. Like uncontrallably. And all of the other people on the tour run up and start taking pictures. Of a wooden figure. It was sooo funny. I had to take a picture of everyone taking a picture of nothing. Next up was an old stone tomb from the stone age. It reminded me of the pictures of stone henge. A picture: Next stop was a coffee break. A bus ride. And then lunch. Finally we made it to the Cliffs and had an hour and a half (as I said before, I could've spent much longer there but we were with the tour bus). The Cliffs of Moher are famous. They were featured in Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince and are currently being considered for one of the natural wonders of the world. All of this is for good reason. They were incredible. Like nothing I have seen before, nor do I think I will ever see again. We first walked on the path, but then hopped off to the place where you technically aren't supposed to go because they are afraid you'll fall off but everyone goes anyways. I got close enough to put my legs over slightly but that's it. It freaked me out when James through a flower over the edge. And when he was edging close to edge I had a slight freak out. But here are pictures to back up what I'm saying: Our feet hanging over (daredevils!!): From the above picture you can see that I broke one of the rules for fashion: jeans with tennis shoes. Aw well.

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After one more stop, we headed back to Galway. Late. And missed the next bus back home and had to catch the later one. Unfortunatley I still couldn't sleep on the way back even though annoying bus driver was gone. By the time we arrived to Shanowen I could hardly keep my eyes open. I would venture to say this was the best weekend I've had in Ireland so far. Keep em' coming.