Cliffs of Moher
Trip Start Jul 13, 2008
9Trip End Jul 28, 2008
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So we reach the cliffs and set out of foot through the hoard of people to see the sights. The cliffs them self are truly amazing. I would say there are at least 30 stories high and there are neat little caves near the bottom. There is the "safe viewing area' that has walls and lots of safety features, but the view isn't good. So I convinced Dwayne that we need to take a closer look by going past the barriers and fences
From the cliffs we head along the coast to the City of Galway. Along the way we pass through the Burren, which is a rocky landscape that looks like it should be on the moon. We pass random castles and lots of sheep and cows. The roads are about half the size of one of our residential streets, and designed for two cars. The interesting point is that the speed limit is 100km per hour and there are no barriers and usually walls or trees on either side. It was actually quite fun driving, except when you get behind a tractor for 10km and there isn't anywhere for it to pull over.
We arrived in the city of Galway and set out on foot to explore. The city is much like every other city in this part of the world. A scenic river, a high street with shops and a church. Other than the usual items, Galway was just an over crowded tourist trap. Spending only two hours there, we hop back in the car and continue. No point wasting time in another generic city.
Along the way to our destination for the night we stopped at Annaghdown Castle that is partly in ruins although one of the towers was still in pretty good shape
Tonight we are staying in a small town on the west cost called Clifden. It is literally a main street and nothing more. But I have come to enjoy the small towns, because the tour buses and hordes of people don't make it there. We made our way to the B&B and the hosts were super friendly. They had actually been to Vancouver in the recent past. The room was huge with a shower big enough to spread your arms our lengthwise! Usually the stand up showers are tiny and very claustrophobic. The room even had a little balcony and a sitting room that looked over the yard.
In the evening we wandered into town and into a local pub that served food. I tried the Irish Stew. It was very different from the canned Irish stew that my mother used to feed me as a child. This stew was large pieces of lamb, potatoes, carrots and celery with a small amount of broth at the bottom of the bowl. It was not thick and "stewy" like the north American version
The Irish have a saying that good food and music are never served up in the same place. Going with this suggestion, we headed to the next bar that doesn't serve food to take in some traditional irish music. It kind of reminded me of the stuff I would hear at the Lower Deck in Halifax, except if you listened to the lyrics, you would notice that the irish music was very somber in spit of the happy melodies. The songs talked of the great potato famine, being transplanted to America and other not so fun topics. But nonetheless it was fun to take in some "Irish culture"