We left Lahinch on our way to see the Cliffs of Moher. It was grey and drizzling. A short drive over yet another skinny road brought us to the visitor center parking lot. 6Euro per person allowed us to park and gave us admission to the visitor center and the cliffs. They’ve done a really wonderful job with the visitor center. They wanted it to blend into the landscape and not be a glaring eyesore. Here’s a picture of it:
Just as we arrived, the rain and wind picked up. It was chilly, probably in the low 60’s so we had on our standard jeans and long sleeve t’s; we also were wearing our down vests and raincoats and Steve had on a wool cap and I had on fleece gloves – between the temp, wind, and rain- it was cold.
When walking towards the visitor’s center, you don’t see much except the paved pathways leading up the hill but once you get to the top, the views were amazing. These cliffs drop vertically 600 feet to the Atlantic Ocean (pictures do not do them justice):
We toured the visitor center and had a lunch of ham and salads and hot tea and continued up the coast road to Doolin. Doolin is a small town about 30 minutes drive from the Cliffs of Moher and it’s where you can catch a ferry out to the Aran Islands.
This is what we found when we got to the ferry office. Look at those waves!
We discovered Doolin is just inside the fringes of the area known as the Burren. The Burren is a type of rock formation that is really cool to look at, but I’ll leave you to read about it on your own if you’re interested. Geology isn’t my forte! We wandered through shops, talked to a few local people, and found a B&B for the night. We ate a delicious dinner in the local pub, O’Connor’s, where we got to hear live music!
This is the island of Inisheer. We chose this one because we had been told that going to Inishmore would be like seeing any other small Irish village we had seen along the way and that Inisheer would be more interesting. We were disappointed. I’m glad we went and its something to cross off my bucket list and if being on one of the Aran islands is on your bucket list, I’d say definitely go. We had packed our backpacks with the idea of toodling around and spending the night. No ferries had run for 4 days because of the bad weather and large sea swells so we thought the islanders would be excited to see the ferry come in. But we found all the shops closed with nothing open except for a couple of pubs and the B&B’s hoping for customers. We hired a trap and rode around the island hearing a few stories. We ate our lunch at the foot of a very small castle built in 1585 by the O’Brien family.
We caught the ferry back to the mainland via a tour of the Cliffs of Moher from the Atlantic Ocean. Once we got off the ferry, we drove through Doolin, Lisdoonvarna and down “Corkscrew Road” into Ballyvaughn.