An Island of Stone

Trip Start Nov 20, 2010
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Trip End Dec 01, 2011


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Flag of Ireland  , Connaught,
Thursday, June 9, 2011

 We got up in the morning unsure of what we were going to do for the day, but after going to an information centre we decided to go to the Aran Islands and check out a 3000 year old fort that was there. We drove west of Galway to where we could catch the ferry over to the islands. We had an hour before the ferry would leave so we went to look at a corral beach just down the road. It's amazing that a somewhat barren rocky shore would have a huge beach with, instead of fine sand,  tiny bits of  corral everywhere. When we finally got on the ferry it took us about 50min to get across, perfect amount for a nice little nap.

 Once on the island we got on a van that tours around the island and the driver points out what's interesting about the history of the people who lived there. The fort that we came to see is called Dun Aonghasa (dun-ang-guss)? It was about a 10min walk from the visitor centre and cost 3 euro. The only thing really left of the fort is the outer walls which make a semi circle, with each end stopping at a 200ft cliff. Karen wouldn't really get close enough to look over and would tell us to stay away so that we wouldn't fall off. Our bus driver didn't seem to mind the narrow roads and oncoming traffic because he drove at somewhat dangerous speeds across the island. Our driver told us that there is around 6000km of stone fencing just on the island alone, and that 90% of the vegetation was made by laying sand down then covering it with seaweed, crazy. Karen and Bill had a hard time comprehending why people would want to live on a barren rock.  

 When we got back to the mainland we just drove as far as we could before we decided to stop for the night which turned out to be a nice little town called Kinvarra. We stayed at a nice B&B and took in some pubs filled with very nice and funny locals. We enjoyed listening to the locals in the pub discuss the best way to catch a magpie (this conversation was hilarious for us, it was
one of those genuinely Irish pub type conversations that you can't get on a tour or pay for). Apparently you should use a thing called a Larson trap, and the lady involved in this conversation figured she needed one to catch herself a man.
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