Moving on from Ireland without seeing the Cliffs of Moher would’ve had me sacrificed at some travel lord’s alter. So I chose to head there after a night in Galway, doubling back on same road I took from Killarney.
Tip: visit the Cliffs of Moher on the way to Galway from Killarney.
More useful tip: check out a map before booking tickets.
Like I’d been doing in Ireland, I chose to go with a tour company to really maximize the sights that I could see even though my experiences with Ireland’s tour agencies have been less than satisfactory. If I had had more time, I would’ve used the brilliant public transportation… but I was on a schedule. My flight to Edinburgh departed the next morning at 6AM.
I chose the Galway Tour Company and the Cliffs of Moher day tour, which led me to the Cliffs for 90 minutes. And it was magnificent, albeit rainy. Even through the haze of bad mood that I usually get during crappy travel weather, I felt a stab of wonder at the sight.
The gusts of wind that graced these cliffs were mighty. There are two paths that take you you cliffside; one protected by a barrier about 4 feet tall for exact moments like this, in my opinion, and the other with nothing to prevent you from tumbling off the cliff. A few brave others and I chose the side of danger.
This was the closest that I was going to get to the edge. As the random stranger I chose as photographer tried to get just ONE photo of me with my hair NOT in my face (result above), I saw spray from the water below fly upwards like reverse rain. I should’ve just kept my hair in the nunnish ponytail that it’d been in, but vanity called. A gust of wind swept by and almost took me with it. We all ran back to the barrier, clutching it for dear life, waiting for a moment of calm to climb back over.
It was a while before I braved the other side once again. Five minutes later, the mundane normality of the safe side got to me and I hitched a leg over once more. Edge of glory, here I come!
Afterwards, the sun decided to make an appearance for 10 minutes, taking away my only excuse not to hike up to the castle like everyone else was.
But as I crossed the middle, I suddenly grew aware of the time. When did the driver tell us to be back? Was our time already up? Because of my early flight the next morning, I decided not to risk it and headed to the Information Center for a quick bathroom break.
It turned out to be a good choice; just as I mounted the bus, it started hailing heavily, slapping the bus windows with the force of a boxer’s fist. Funnily enough, the second time it hailed during my 1-week Ireland leg in March.
Also, while writing this, I noticed that I should probably learn how to take better scenic photos… they all start to look the same to me after a while.
Have you taken any Ireland tours? What did you think?