We left the still sleeping town of Ennis at 8 AM and traveled 45 minutes to the coastal town of Doolin. We figured out that both Scotland and Ireland have late starts. People just don't get going much before 8 or 9, especially on bank holidays.
In Doolin, we grabbed our tickets to ride the Bill O'Brien ferries over to the Aran Island, Inis Oirr (Gaelic for Island East) and then to the Cliffs of Moher.


Tom, our driver, was very informative and told us all about the island.
This island is absolutely covered in dry stacked rock walls. Mainly because the island was a big rock floor. The people who lived here centuries ago had to remove the rock from the ground so they could get useful land. They brought in seaweed and sand to grow on and used the rock for fences. These fences are still here today except for a few on the north side of the island which were wiped out by storms.
All of the residents of Innis Oirr speak Irish (same as Gaelic, but the Irish call it Irish). They have to speak Irish for the government to allow them to purchase/build/live there. The kids speak Irish as a first language and learn English in schools. We've noticed that every sign in Ireland is written in both Irish and English (well, until you get to the outer areas - then they're just Irish). I love this - they're working hard to keep their heritage intact. I've learned a few words: An is "the", Innis is "island", Oirr is "east" and actually Oirr is shortened down from another word. Mall is "slow" and Failte is "welcome".
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Tom pointing out how the ground originally looked (rocky) |
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How the ground looks after clearing the rock to make a fence |
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Ship wreck due to storm from 1960 |
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Potato Garden |
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Thatched Roof |
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O'Brien's Castle in the distance |
After our jaunt, Eric and I supported the local economy by buying a pint to cool off and then set off on our own little treck through the hills. We were joined by a little dog we like to call Sean. He was our tour guide for most of it and we were the only people around - surrounded by miles of rock fence.
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More Rock Walls :) |
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Our guide, "Sean" |
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Paul Haggins, the artist carving Ogham pendants |
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Soul Mates (on the far left) |
Beach at Inis Oirr
Blue water - Inis Oirr
We then tracked down Tom and gave him another 5er to let him know how much we appreciated his great story telling. We noticed other drivers weren't as talkative and we wanted to make sure he knew we valued it. Tipping isn't big in the culture over here unless you get great service, and we felt he should get one. It was only 10 euro a ride.
The ferry arrived at 1:45 PM and we all crammed on, jockeying for the best position to see the Cliffs. It took about 30 minutes to get there. We saw more jellyfish along the way and spoke to a nice Ohio couple.
The cliffs...They're like the Grand Canyon. You can't describe it unless you see it. I can tell you they're 700 feet high, but even we had a hard time grasping that height until we saw little people walking along the top. They're composed of sandstone.
Tanya and Eric and the cliffs of insanity
We stop for a quick bite to eat in town and then drive in circles looking for our B & B. Finally found. So hot in the room - no a/c and did I mention how warm it's been since we've been here? We lay on the bed for a while trying to cool off before we get ready and head to city center, hoping to find some traditional music. Preferably with people singing along. We've wanted to do this every night of our trip, but we haven't had any luck.
Jackpot!! We found several. The streets were teaming with people of all ages and everyone singing along, even in the street! Absolutely fantastic evening!!! What an amazing and MAGICAL day.
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