Cliffs of Moher

We woke up bright and early to catch our Coach tour to the Cliffs of Moher. Our tour guide was quite a happy, relaxed fellow when we sat out on our journey west. He sang us funny songs, mostly about people being drunk and doing silly things. He had quite a dry sense of humor, which of course is the best kind, so Paul and I were very entertained.

The first stop we made was at an old abby. 

Below you can see the entrance way to the Abbey. 

 Next, we stopped at a place that our tour guide identified as the "Mini Cliffs of Moher." It was beautiful, and very, very windy!

 After hanging out on the cliffs for a bit, we took a walk up the rocky lands of the Burren.

 There were dozens upon dozens of rock structures. Naturally, Paul and I decided to make one. More naturally still, Paul took over the construction. That was ok though, I was busy trying to keep my hands warm due to the chilly wind off the sea!

After a delicious lunch of soup at a nice little pub, we arrived at the highlight of our day - the Cliffs of Insanity. I mean...Moher...

 We had a couple of hours to explore the cliffs, so we walked up and down the path, trying to get different views of this incredible place. At one point, we climbed over the fence where there were views of the sheer drop below us (don't worry, there was a path there, many people were standing looking out). But suddenly, the wind started gusting so strongly! So much in fact that everyone standing near the edge basically crouched down. Paul and I were just laughing the entire time as the my hair whipped us both in the face in a very comical way. Soon, it passed, and all of the spectators of the cliffs regained their upright position, and we hopped back over the wall and made our way back towards the coach!

Unfortunately, our mood was dampened a little bit when one of the students on the tour took 45 minutes to return to the bus...he and his friends had been obnoxious the entire ride, and that was the icing on the cake for most of us on the tour, including the tour guide. The worst part was he did not even apologize, but boarded the bus acting like it was everyone else problem. The issue was that it took away from our tour time. In Ireland, there are really strict laws on how long coach drivers can drive for one day, and due to being 45 minutes behind schedule, we did not get to do much in our last stop - Limerick. While everyone was annoyed at the one inconsiderate young man, Paul and I actually ended up being OK with the fact that we did not spend more than 15 minutes for a toilet break in Limerick. Our tour guide dubbed the famous city as "stab city." There was a neat castle to look at from a distance from where we stopped, but other than that, we were happy to move on. The upside was that our tour guide recited us limericks on our drive back!

 That evening, we were able to meet up with my uncle and three of my cousins, who were winding up their own holiday in England and in Ireland. It was so great to see them all, halfway around the world! We got a bite to eat and wandered around a bit before calling it an early night. The next day was Paul and my trip to Glendalough and Wicklow!