Next to our day trip out at Malin Head, this day probably remains in one of my favorites of this trip.
We woke up early to hop on a coach bus that was headed to the CLIFFS OF MOHER!!!! [I may or may not only use caps for their name, just because that’s the legit amount of excitement within me that I have when I think about them LOL].
The bus ride was about an hour and a half, giving us time to mentally prepare slash fall back asleep before the cliffs. We were told not to go near the edges, because the wind does this weird thing where it comes up from the water, hits right over the cliffs, then goes back out to the water, making a kind of loop, one that could easily knock someone over the edge if the gust was strong enough and they were close enough to the edge.
When we arrived at the site, it was packed. With busses, with cars, and with people. I wasn’t surprised, this site is probably at the top of many “MUST SEE”s while in Ireland, and it was so cool to see so many people from all over the world marvel at the same bits of nature. The group of people I was traveling in actually ran into about 3 sets of people who were from the states and knew of our university, one of which who asked if we knew so-and-so, who was graduating soon. Small world!!
We went to the right of the site first, towards the white tower in the distance which gave us a good view of the cliffs where everyone was walking. When we switched to the other direction, however, I near about lost my breath entirely.
From around the bend on the left side of the path, you could see SO MUCH CLIFF and tiny little baby rock formations just off the cliff coasts. You could also lean over and look down into waters of, again, brilliant emerald and cerulean, over which flocks upon flocks of gulls congregated, their squawking and calling littering the space above the waters below, and mad you wonder just how much nautical life inhabited the crevices of rock near the water.
Some of the guys in the group were throwing wisps of grass over the edge, and you could visually see the wind pattern as the blade of grass flew towards the water, then upward, then back toward the land again. If you threw a rock over the side, it was impossible to see where it entered the water because we were so high up. It was INCREDIBLE.
Our group found a lovely spot to lay under the blue sky that was right in front of all the action— the grass was so incredibly green and soft, and we felt like we could lay there for hours under the sun. Unfortunately, we were only supposed to be there for about 2 hours, and, to walk the ENTIRE rim of the cliffs was about a 3-hour-long endeavor, so we had to make sure we headed back on time for our bus to leave.
Windblown, windswept, a bit disheveled, and a bit sunburned [!!!], we headed back to the bus.
We then made our way to Lahinch Beach [!!! yet aNOTHER beach in Ireland! Woohoo!], and it had gotten considerably warmer over the hours. So warm that when we pulled into a parking spot practically on the water in Lahinch, the rocks and beaches were FILLED with people, jumping in the small waves and sprawled out on the rocks getting sun. It felt like such a beach town, one that reminded me of Ocean City, except the water was a brilliant light aquamarine that crashed into the rocky shore [it was high tide at that point and so the sand parts were a bit covered up].
We stopped into a sea-side place for an ice cream, and spent about 45 minutes just laying on the rocks, taking in the sun.
Right before it was time for us to leave, we saw a storm rolling in, robbing us of the sunlight and replacing it with a strong, chilling sea-wind, making us glad that we were boarding the bus again any moment.
Our next stop was unexpected— it was the geologically fascinating part of Ireland called “the Burren”— which means rocky area”.
It’s very ecologically diverse, with plants and fruits growing right next to each other through gaps in the rocks. Some mountains are speckled with tons of gray just because the landscape is so rocky. Very cool.
We stopped off at a neolithic burial site that kind of looked like a mini stone-henge.
Outside the attraction was a man who was carving names into sheets of metal using only ancient Celtic letters to epic movie soundtrack music that flew out of his portable speaker.
We took pictures of the rocks, on the rocks, and in the rocks— there were rocks everywhere. (-:
When it started to drizzle, we made a run towards the bus and then began our trek back to Galway. When we got back, we were thoroughly exhausted, but excited for the free day, Sunday, to catch up on rest and assignments.