Cliffs of Moher
As a courtesy to our Irish and US friends Ann Marie and Yogi, all the posts from Ireland will be written in english.
We had slept well in the giant bed, despite the bad air in the room. Before we went to to sleep we tried to open the window, but it turned out that we did not understand the mechanism. Something Yogi explained to us during breakfast.
During the night Marielle had a «I-can’t-find-the-light switch-and-accidentally-turn-on-the-TV-instead-while-I’m-in-the-bathroom» experience.
Breakfast was unusually good with lots of fruits, berries and a hot dish. We ate pancakes with strawberries and syrup and egg and bacon. We were served wholemeal bread, very unusual in the English-speaking world.
The car had survived the night, probably because of the friendly locals.
First stop of the day was Ross Castle a few kilometers outside Killarney.
Ross Castle is a 15th-century tower house and keep on the edge of Lough Leane, in Killarney National Park, County Kerry, Ireland. It is the ancestral home of the O’Donoghue clan, though it is better known for its association with the Brownes of Killarney who owned the castle until more recently.
There is a legend that O’Donoghue leaped or was sucked out of the window of the grand chamber at the top of the castle and disappeared into the waters of the lake along with his horse, his table and his library. It is said that O’Donoghue now lives in a great palace at the bottom of the lake where he keeps a close eye on everything that he sees.
After the castle visit, we continued towards the Dingle Peninsula.
We made a brief stop at Inch Beach where Marielle dipped her toes in the cold water.
Dingle is a fishing village that certainly was charming in its time. Now it is unfortunately just a touristy parking lot. We spent some time trying to find a place and we found a space in someone’s garden. We put 3 euro in the mailbox and walked towards the center.
We walked around a bit until we found Murphy’s – the local ice cream factory. In the backyard we found a giant cow, a perfect company for the lovely ice cream.
We continued around the peninsula and had several great stops and an involuntary stop because of the narrow road and oncoming vehicles.
After driving all day we finally came up to the Cliffs of Moher. Unfortunately the sun was gone and it was replaced with rain and fog.
The Cliffs of Moher (Irish: Aillte an Mhothair) are located at the southwestern edge of the Burren region in County Clare. They rise 120 metres (390 ft) above the Atlantic Ocean at Hag’s Head, and reach their maximum height of 214 metres (702 ft) just north of O’Brien’s Tower, eight kilometres to the north.
The tower is a round stone tower near the midpoint of the cliffs built in 1835 by Sir Cornelius O’Brien.
Ann Marie was waiting for us in Galway, but we had to have some food before we arrived. We had driven far and eaten little during the day. Therefore, we stopped in Lisdoonvarna and ate dinner at The Irish Arms with the locals.
Lisdoonvarna is a spa town of 822 people. In September each year one of Europe’s largest matchmaking events is held in the town attracting upwards of 40,000 romantic hopefuls, bachelor farmers and accompanying revellers. The current matchmaker is Willie Daly, a fourth-generation matchmaker.
The city was full of happy people because of the Galway Races, and we found no reason to stay home.