Moher awesome than one can imagine
29.09.2012 - 30.09.2012 55 °F
Early the next day, we said goodbye to our pleasant host (who may or may not have played a part in attempting to murder us with pudding) and started our trek to the Cliffs of Moher. Although Ireland is relatively flat, the roads outright refuse to be straight. Normally a 40 mile journey would equate to 40 minutes (using advanced math). Here it's 1.5 hours with no stops, but as always our trusty companion terror was with us.
Our path took us due north near Tralee to a small bay requiring a crossing via car ferry. It was completely uneventful, besides being frigidly cold and extremely windy, and that was a good thing with my recent experience painting alleyways.
After crossing the ferry we continued on and stopped for a late lunch in a small seaside town. We needed something light and ordered soup and sandwiches where, in place of mayonaise, they use butter. It's a custom I'm going to adopt. Elida ordered an ice cream cone, and just like everything when you're traveling, it too could not just be "normal". After tasting some, the phrase "extruded non-melting semi-sweet paste" comes to mind. Tasty.
"To the Cliffs!", we cried. Arriving, we hopped out into bone chilling wind gusts that playfully attempted to knock us to the pavement. Wary, we walked up the hill and glaced off in the distance. Stunning. Shocking. Awe-spiring. 700ft cliffs rising straight out of the North Atlantic, birds rising in the wind, and grass that looked painted on in large goopy swaths. Enormous curtains of stone that seemed to blow in the wind. You felt absolutely tiny and fragile next to these things.
Trivia: remember the movie The Princess Bride? These were the Cliffs of Insanity.
We made our way into Galway that night and stayed in a slightly creepy B&B.